Saturday, August 21, 2021

I am

Cannot remain in any one place
For too long
Physical, mental, old subscriptions 
All routinely gone
The older in age
The younger within
I see our need to belong and to think
It’s an easier life when nothing is known
When thoughts don’t much matter
And when unplanned life just flows
To break away from the box we’re put in
To know that nothing is actually real
When there is nothing to prove,
To impress or defend 
What’s wrong with the innocence 
Displayed by a grown up man?
Hold on onto nothing, no idea, no belief
You will become friends with more than you think 
Move through the world with the eye of a child
Curious, laughing, trusting, not bound
By society’s norms or ways to be,
Yet no one has to know your experience deep within 
It is a comedy draped into tragedy
No matter the group you may belong to
It just reinforces but a limited view
Take no position with no room to move
My lips curve upwards when I choose to be new

Saturday, August 14, 2021

A Question

To find that space to fall into and not exist
To float in lieu of walking, carried by beauty
To feel boundary-less and spilling over
What takes doth it to find the trail back?