What’s the point
If the point
Keeps dragging it’s
Feet
In different directions
From a renewal of fears
To insurrections
Closure and curfew
What will this do
If we can’t make it
To the next day
What’s the point
If the point
Keeps dragging it’s
Feet
In different directions
From a renewal of fears
To insurrections
Closure and curfew
What will this do
If we can’t make it
To the next day
I have been under a salty
Spell
Longing for the ocean
Wide and calm
To soothe my fear
To take away the dread
Of what happens
Every single
Day
A glorious thaw
I set for late spring
When all the trees
Breathe in
The air they left in the fall
When the leaves fell
So they can come back
In full summer bloom
Very very
Soon
Abaft
Are the memories
Of life on a boat
In the middle of the ocean
That is what I remember now
Through the waves
And slow going
I knew walking in
That my time was running thin
That the thoughts of the surrounding
Few
Were enough to undo
My state of mind
So I laid back
I laid low
The judgement set
Had already taken
It toll
A richer woman
A older woman
Sit in the corners of
The cafe
Starring at each other
Dueling thougths
On clear display
Never a moment to agree
Or speak
Just contempt
And conceit
A proper form
Display
I glide
Into the night
Easy as it came
Come and go
Sleep
Now
I arrested the thoughts
That had made a bad impression
On my mind
Unforgettable characters
Lined up
Side by side
I feel alive in every inch
Of my mind and soul
From a marginalized love
To the heart of my own
It was just a bus ride
Or was it
Not
It ended in a wreck
A quick turn
Before the bus could yield
In the field of traffic
But it happened
So quick
A panic
Set in my bones
We were all together
But yet deftly alone
It happens in a split second
Not a moment wasted
As my life passed by me
And my eye were hastened on the
Emergency bar
Which broke my fall
In one moment
I could see them all
What lies ahead
Is a sturdy plank
Of hopes
But what could disrupt
This steady vision
Is a different interpretation
Of the times
We are in