It was nothing fancy

A hand me down

All around

A decent machine

For computing the latest

Intentions

Simple connections

The first computer was a giant

Mess

But it made life go along

With all the rest

If it were clear

These words would be

Near

Impossible

But rather

A dark grey cloud

Weathered smoke

On a blooming pounding

Of feet

My skeptical heart

Is on repeat

Over and over

The questions and concerns

We have for each other

Playing out

In my own head

Here and gone

Never was mine

The hope was

Always wrong

At the turn

In the corner

Where my hopes all live

In abundance

To get and to give

The niceties of life

All around

But there was the right

The way up

And the way

Down

Now and then

I have a weakness of

Spirit

That is caught

Between my mind

And heart

So I have to breathe in

The hope that I have left

And keep my eyes to the

Horizon above

Rather

Than

Below

The blanket fell

Down on my world today

For the eye of white

Set looking

At the ground

Now breaking with specks

Of snow

In a hurry the wind blows

Over the water and sand

Ground to me

And my eyes fill with

The water

That makes the same

Snow

Stay close to the work

That the hands labor

And the head thinks

Too

Stay clear

But not overly hopeful

And that will due

Good

In time

To stay committed

Whether it’s

Rain or

Shine

Thankfully there

Is another day

To celebrate

To grow

To demonstrate

The idea that

Life is a process

Worth taking

And developing

Every step of the way