The morning loose
Has a new way of threading
Needless to say
Needles of the day
A morning loose has nothing
More to say
The morning loose
Has a new way of threading
Needless to say
Needles of the day
A morning loose has nothing
More to say
In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
Winter storm roads
Up North we go
Winter Storm Jonas
Feared on the road
But here we depart
Living in a hotel is an art
A unity car
My wife
And I
Building rows
Of three letter prose
Steady up
And steady grows
Sunday Mornings wane lightly
Just enough momentum
To get flying
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner
In the midst of a mild winter
Growing up
But not growing old
This is how the week
Slowly lulls me back
Ready to begin
Again
Summer wanes
Like an early bird song in the morning
Warming and warning
We heed like leaves awaiting the fall
For changes that will come
Our lives will adjust with seasons
Waxing and waning
All the time anticipating the future
Holding dear to the past and present
We are old enough now
To realize if you look too much ahead
You will be left with future regret
Holding hands
Kissing lips
We await this changes with fires now dim lit
Summers waning pace has tapered off with the months
Cooling heads and sending us off
How I hold the present tight
But know that just letting go
Will be alright
Off and running
We could not see it coming
The challenged faced
Could not be erased
Avoided
Or constrained
Ubiquity in equity
Understanding out diversity
Was the challenge we
Were presented
We sleep to rise
Rise to work
And push on again
Under the Empire sun
The city resets in the evening
Continual receiving
Thick lines run blurred into the night
The world centers herself
Around the NYC shelves
From Jackson Heights
To the Bushwick and Greenpoint
We held hands
As we felts our way
Through a city heralding a
Skyline
Heralding
The sun
We blink our eyes
Rub them dry
To see the Empire sun
Settle over the western sky
Over the east river
We await
Waiting
For yet another day
Over time
Challenges will get easier
But I have lived under the
Misrepresented presumption
I assumed with all known gumption
That somehow
It would get easy
But easier does not imply easy
Easy implies lack of trying
Lack of trying implies lack of caring
So life for me
Will never be easy
Nor would I want it to be
If difficult becomes easier
It becomes manageable
Not easy
Manageable means you still
Must give your best
Under new conditions
Yet the same test
But the false truth
That life would get easy
Was misleading me
Tempting me
Causing me more harm than known
Holding me back from where
I could have grown
I now know and understand
That the true tests of being a man
Will never be easy
And I hope they never will
I hope life continues to test my growing
Will
But I will learn
I will grow
Taking each passing test as I go
Life will never be easy
I will accept all challenges
With greatness of eager
With hope one day
These great challenges
Will be just a bit
Easier
Planes circle overhead
Outside dust stained windows
Bustling people away and close
Making their way from coast
To coast
On the ground cars rage honking
Swirling
Speeding
People walking
Talking
Thinking
Ignoring
We hold hands
Weaving through the crowds
With subtle plans
We think
We can
We hope
We plan
In New York
No second guess
No delay
Or deferred progress
But I sit wondering
Looking at the planes overhead
Shuffling the people around the world
New York to LA
In clear light
Late in March
On a sunny day
Inconvenient actions
Created by unstable minds
Lost my own time
Caught up in the winds
Created from ones whims
I get lost in anger and regret
Why is it that I should have to be set
On these feelings when I have stay quiet
My lips fall silent while my mind riots
I flow like water
Not held back by anything
Rolling and flowing
Taking life to the next scene