Morning hours, whittling
Seeking out the Sun
Familiar shapes and navy skies
Darkness comes undone
As the Sun does rise
Recognition blooms
Mysteries in the light becoming nothing new
Night is the basswood block
Hidden possibilities
Day is the knife
Carving out reality
A push to move things forward
No use waiting for a chance
“Life is what you make of it”
Something often said
Directionless for decades
Drifting through the years
Fighting hesitation and a thousand little fears
Leave it all behind
Choose progress over death
Find your strength
Take pride in every step
Passing through cracked sky
Slipping between clouds
Rising
High above the ground
From troposphere to stratosphere, mesosphere and on
Through boundaries, into the beyond
Deep space
Past the reaches of our familiar Sun
Seeing in a new light
See the universe undone
Fraying at the edges
Lost void
Grand precipice
Gaze into the well
Cast yourself and make a wish
Ever present
Learning the value of persistence
Less wishing
Dedicate myself to action
Gaining traction
Inertia at my back
Momentum
Forward on the path
I’m a fixture
A feature of this place
Inseparable
Part of the facade
Static disposition
Stuck at home
I’d hardly call it living
Dominion of dusk
Navy blue, fading out to black
Inky shapes
A shadowy expanse
Mind dancing with the dark
Eyes playing tricks
Quickening the heart
Fear imparts a rush
Waking dream
Dominion of dusk
Passionless
Poetry on demand
Point lost
Focus shifting like the sand
Passing through fragile hands
Cracks in the hour glass
Losing blood like grains
Feeling the minuets pass
Late days of summer
Dry heat and signs of change
Green to orange, red and yellow
Autumn on its’ way
Leaves scattered by the wind
Temporary beauty, torn from the limbs
Where the land meets the sea
Beach glass and tumbled stones
The edge of the world
The deep
The unknown
Beyond well worn shores
Casting off
Walking out my front door
Perhaps I left a piece behind
On my way, all in a hurry
Trying to live life
At that pace, things get blurry
Losing definition
Whisked away
Never noticing, until I take a break
Pieces breaking off
Loss lost in the tides of change
Mistaking it for progress
On porcelain legs
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