At times like these

What is the point of planning

Taking the moments

As they come

Rather than hoping

Just trying to do our part

Although at times

It feels like nothing at all

I step out

To see the mountains

At six o’clock

And two minutes

Past

The winds slowly

Roll over the tops

Of trees

And around the walls

Bouncing off the pavement

And crawling past my face

On another

Beautiful Western Day

I admire

The cactus

As it bakes in the sun

Not afraid

Of the weather today

Or tomorrow

Just taking it all in

A balanced cup

Of coffee

In the morning

Keeps the day at bay

From slipping away

Warms the voice

And calms the nerves

For I have been nervous

More than ever

Before

The river cough

Was what made us

Realize

That we needed to go

In Texas

West of Austin

When we heard it

We now know

That space and time

Was closing in

On the life, we hold most precious

And there was nothing we could

Do

Upon the day

Is a triumph

Awaiting

Conception

Rise of the sun

A new resurrection

Confusion

And construction

Working in tandem

With each other

Now can reach each other

So what is forward

And back

Is now hard

To say