Posts Tagged ‘unknown’
week 413 ~ floating toward the exit door take me
floating toward the exit door take me
far from this opera forever more
make me pack my bags buy my ticket soar
far as far as I can finally see
an empty calendar with days weeks free
to laugh write sleep hum I want to grab for
the brass ring to unfurl my dreams before
asking if they’ll find room to grow to be
ready for whatever uncharted course
might reveal itself before it’s too late
before the entrenched path closes off all
other options to explore maybe force
a new ending for my story if fate
abhors a vacuum catch me as I fall
week 397 ~ what we can’t give them poised here
what we can’t give them poised here
at this moment of ending
the one thing that makes it clear
to choose from all we hold dear
what matters most partings bring
what we can’t give them poised here
the strength to go beyond fear
find something worth defending
the one thing that makes it clear
that all will be well to steer
their ship wisely wing on wing
what we can’t give them poised here
life’s true path don’t interfere
when they are flung resisting
the one thing that makes it clear
for someday it will appear
suddenly like love or spring
what we can’t give them poised here
the one thing that makes it clear
week 374 ~ it’s hard to stop when you’re rolling downhill
it’s hard to stop when you’re rolling downhill
despite boulders trees and cliffs in your way
you’ll probably reach the bottom what will
happen then good bad unprepared that day
awaits somewhere still undetermined yet
inevitable what will it feel like
to lie looking at the sky and then get
up assess damages and start to hike
where back to the familiar or ahead
to the unknown or stop right where you are
and not try to fix anything instead
wait for the dawning of night’s brightest star
and watch the clouds move away carrying
their patch of blue as if it’s everything
week 331 ~ madrugada breaks slowly as midnight
madrugada breaks slowly as midnight
crosses to dawn the invisible line
that’s passed before you notice shapes entwine
with colors as the world embracing light
surrenders to beauty morning returns
daily its changes hard to register
in sunrise colder today or later
details of no matter for hope relearns
what it needs to survive I’m learning too
redrawing my boundaries to rethink
time perched precariously on the brink
of sweeping across night’s horizon through
to what doesn’t exist yet where I’ll know
the seeds of change were planted long ago
[madrugada is the time after midnight and before dawn in Brazil and Argentina]