We can’t talk about yesterday
When the vitals
Are happening right now
In the moment
When the words fall short
No returning to precious fair
Previous affairs
I hold concern for the current
Not the past
But words craft
A simple talking point
When the conversations been lost
How we spend time
Dwelling on
Yesterday’s wars
When tomorrow’s are
Sitting on our front door
Back from the depths
Of despair and loathing
My mind settles
On a rate
More running
Then floating
Bring in days new and open
In the wide open
I know you want security
Hope and a home
Somewhere to go
To be alone
You and me
How do we balance
Freedom
With a sense of equality
To be loved
Yet not alone
When our legs our tired
To find a home
When the money comes through
When the investment pays off
Might be tomorrow
Or never
The life we live
We have chosen and embraced freely
The roll call being made
Reminds us of the toll it takes
Hello
Back again
I am
How is it that when
The open road calls
The mind goes quiet
Simply put
But back in my chair
Armed with new ideas
Opportunities
New experiences from
Across the country
Again I write
I reunite with a friend
I truly
Begin again
Waves crash uneven
Surges
Reaching my ears
Pulling up
Pushing back
From the salty breeze
To the easy skies
Oregon coast
In my eyes
Waiting for the sun
To push through the clouds
While the sea lurches on
Bending up
Pulling back
The trees sit atop the mountains
Clean air
Subtle motion
Sweet views of panorama
Falling from the skies
As the big Montana summer
Lies awake
By our side
The air crisp
Blown down from the mountains
Walking to coffee
Subtle beauty
500 miles from the sea
Welcomed by the mountain range
The wide sky
Opening my eyes
Late into the eve
Morning skies
Welcome to the nature stage
Well done
And never the same
Back to Words
Renewed and new
Old and worn
Planted and grew
I refresh in a new
Set of words
Tied in meaning
And time
I return to Words
In search of rhyme
Weekend time
Refrain from form or position
One great laid back proposition
In peculiar movement
Relax and repose
The summer bursts
Following the spring rose
Set in motion
The words of confusion
Upon a sour hour
Of weird correlations
Frustrations
Laid back
Anticipation
Antipathy
From certainty
I prepare for my own future
What lies ahead
