Information technology
Slip and slide of lethargy
Connected eyes
With screens to see
Distracting cells of energy
I pull away empathetically
Hoping for some new life in me
How is it that machines can lock in
On holding tight to my time and skin
Settle my movements and actions
Taking me into dead satisfaction
I am weary of these offers
Video games makes normal
The martyrs
So I will walk away
Until the next day
The lights illuminate my face again
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
So long gone
So many more to come
Hours pass like minutes
Days pass like hours
Weeks pass like days
Months pass like weeks
Years pass like months
Growing up
Time on the run
I must settle myself
Settle these days down
To take in the beauty all around
Keep looking up
Only check once to look down
We build houses
Trees with farms
We hold them dear
We create our own opportunity
From the sparse earth
We pull new life
Our own life and growth
We give back
In this line of work
Make discoveries
On weathered farms
Growing up
Under swollen skies
Making changes
In our parents eyes
Commitments made
Growing mistakes
We just have to do
Whatever it takes
I watch you grow
You watch me
We help each other stay
From as low as life
Can be
We wake up together
To see another day
Whether its the sun
Or the rain
We grew up under swollen skies
When the rain fell
It pulled the tears out of our eyes
Yet we pushed through
I get to see a new face
Through the rain anew
I am honored and proud
To be your husband
Under these dark rain clouds
Its hard to imagine
Yet easy to see
Life grown
From sea to sea
City coast on eastern suns
To the simple life
Of farm living
What we see
Is what we are giving
The floors kept with field extras
Bugs, birds, dirt and all
We are held up
While the road calls
Be on your way
Where it takes us
Not for us to say
Discount advice
Should not weight more than
A grain of rice
Be thought over
More than
The passing thoughts in flight
We do not subscribe
To your tele-vibe
Confide in your free laced advice
We create our own paths
From present to past
And we
Will live on
Feel the rush
Concave up
Increasing in speed
Thrust and direction
As we subject
Our interjection
We rely on each other
That is how it is
And how it has to be
Subject to none
And discount free
Enter fear and dismay
Enter the feelings of dissarray
Collapsing feeling of connection
Pushing me back in my fatal direction
I ask questions for circumstance
Happenstance of my direction
I fall on flat notes of musical indecision
Lacking a true rhythm section
We select naturally
What happens supernaturally
And exit stronger men
From the bugs
To the webs
Rolling dust up
Cleaning the house
On a small Indiana farm
Crawling out
Yearning
Falling out
Contemplating the rearranging
The possessions I own
Giving up
Learning to let go
So we can roll down the road
From NY to IN
Paving paths of uncertainty
Getting older will certainly
Make me wonder about the future
What it holds
And how to just let go
Coffee and smoked salmon
Lingers in my mouth
I reach for the ignition of my car
Live lived with the simple pleasures
The caffeine
Protein
Keep me alive
Awake
For trips near and far
Reminiscent and familiar
I have learned each city
By the letters that spell the name
Some far off distant
Others very much the same
The dash must be 108
Indiana summer feels so hot today
The leather scorching to touch
I grab my seat belt
Roasted in the reflecting sun
I quickly pull my hand back
Take a deep breathe
Very close to home
Yet ever far away
As the sweat drips down my face
This Memorial Day
