A present

In the present

Tense

Can be tense

People angry

Remitting attention

Observant

Defiant

Presents given

Presents taken

How can we gift

To each others

When anger prevails

The wind in our sails

Feel free to wait

For perfection

Or whatever your pursuit

Hope for the best

And trying to see it through

Some will laugh

At attempts made

But at least we are trying

Up here

Rather than sleeping in

The shade

Wake up to myself

Is sometimes the hardest part

Of learning to grow

Accept the quirks

Strange ticks

In life

In voice

But fear can not be

A driver of hope

Love not a driver of

Fear

So learning to let go

To accept fear as a part

Not as a whole

And move on

And hope for the best

I can be

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