It starts with
Acidic thoughts
That run through my brain
Draining
The momentum
Of positive hopes
Dragging me down
To the lowest of slopes
It the acid of the mind
And the acid of the spirit
It takes you to where
Positivity you can’t even
Hear it
It’s as sweet as an afternoon nap
Right there with a cozy
Knit blanket on your lap
The new out of tune
Is the thing to do
When the world
Falls apart
Just tuck in
And get a good view
The slowdown
Starts with a drop
Into the pool
Of chaos
But rather than
More of the same
Comes a different move
To drain the waters
Of course action
In reaction
A slower movement
Emerges
From the depths of
The churning
Water
Be a part
Not apart
Of the movement
To understand
And address
All the confusion
To continue
Growth
Be a part
Of wherever this all
Goes
Atlas at last
To pay attention to the wind
And the grass
The world as we see it
Needs us to step up
To be what we can potentially be
A source for good you and me
So look at the atlas
And know
This world is ours to save
Or ours to throw
In a quick mometn
Why lose it all
When the going gets tough
Done look to throw a call
To start over
From the beginning line
When it’s time
It’s time
So be patient
Be kind
Both lights went out
In the middle of the night
When the hook
Came undone
Hold up my hopes
On tenterhooks
This evening
Bent on a better world
Bent on today
Making amends for tomorrow
That is how progress
Begins
I borrowed the words
On this page
From many pages before my own
All these words
Have been written before
But I still honor the space
That will be
My own
The billow
Lifted my eyes
To the skies
Of teal and crimson
Over the mountains
It was misting
All I could help myself
Was washing
That this could be
Forever
Here and now
