Tide mornings

Through window panes

Grass bending

From the breeze

A fresh-water start

As it could be the sea

What mornings teach me

I always seem to learn

That in a deep breathe in

A good day must be earned

Somehow sitting in a bar

In downtown Chicago

I lost a marker

Some reference point

Of my past

And possible future

As I sat alone

Hearing only faint drips

Of conversations around

I realized that moving about

Solo

Can be a strange event

Quiet event

Reflections

I realized some of my fears

The recurring ones

Are only created not intended

But must be understood

A marker is lost as we grow older

As new ones are set

But I still try to understand

The ones passing just like the rest

Tired bones

Let go of me

Hold me up and

Let me see

Growing up

Seeing over the fence

Hence

We know a world

Of letting go

Here we go

Back on the road

I try

And may never achieve

What I set out to do

I just have to believe

Hope and give more

Than I thought ever needed

But if we make it through

From the plants we harvest

We once seeded

Settling in

Letting go

Growing up

Getting old

In spare of energy

And desire

We just hope to make it

One inch higher

Heads up

In these times

Love will find

A way through

If we keep it alive

In our mind

Gentle fires

Dim lit lights

Fellow friends

On summers nights

Here we lay

As lovers do

Saying words

Lovers croon

Hold me close

Love me still

Gentle fires

Is my hearts desire

Enormous pleasure

The great escape

Why hope

When you can’t wait

Listen and glean

What you can take away

Enormous pleasures created

Are on their way

An ossified Chief

A toy with a price

Like long-term parking

With no return flight

Listen

To be called

A chief just like a real toy

Played with

A familiar sight to see

How to get ahead

When the cards

Read a different fortune

How to run fast

When my feet are full

Of lead

The options limited

But the hopes high

And growing

Where this race

Will need

I still wish I was knowing