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Fire and Metal

Fire and Metal

There may be danger
involving fire and metal.
He’s looking down, now—
from the sky.

He laughed at me.
There was no way
I could ride away.
The only thing I could do
was sit and grab the handles.

Then, I saw a road—
on a trip I was taking.
Wind blew and found me
Unafraid.

She releases

She releases

She tries to find the reason
she feels absolutely drained
Anxieties inhale her sleeping
when she carries the weight
of a heavy day

Oh, life really is quite silly
she laughs—
and dips a toe into her bath
Water provides relief
and she releases everything

Happy New Year! I hope 2019 is a wonderful and light year for us all.

A smile came to me
on the other side of the trees
after I flew over the stony wall
today, in a daydream
Thank you, dear pilot
for taking me in your helicopter
to meet a special tour guide
I thought I always knew

We walked about and explored
the colors I’d never seen
until the pilot shouted
C’mon, we must leave
I looked back, as I ran—
so scared I wouldn’t remember
the details of my tour guide’s face
Then, I received an indelible smile
to carry away from my new favorite place

Both my last blog post called Puddle of Gold and today’s came from weird, awesome dreams I have been having. I love when I manage to remember and, hopefully, write down my dreams. Like the face of the tour guide, I often find many details of my dreams to be a bit blurry, but not all of them. Also, I was thinking about the difficulty I can have remembering the face of I person I find intriguing, not long after we have met. I am going to keep trying to remember my dreams.

Puddle of Gold

Puddle of Gold

Have you ever reached a goal
you went after turn out
to be treasure you just couldn’t hold?
The mountain of happiness
you were waiting for Victory to bring
was the gift you never received

Solid dreams drip down fingers
of the hands of those who can’t handle
a temperature of 1945 degrees
You’ll look down and you’ll see
an unexpected defeat:
a 24-karat puddle of gold
right in front of your feet

25

Felt so great
To be alive
Dancing on tables
Reckless, but totally fine
Dreams that were planted
Grew strong in bright light
Confidently standing—
I was 25
Survival was pretty
Flowed just like water
Every little thing
Was going to be alright

If I could go back
And speak to me at 25
34 me would say:
Breathe it all in, man
Today is the day
Shake it and take it
As much as you can
You can do anything
You’re only 25!
Just like I wanted
To say to 19 me—
When I was 25

Eggs to Fledglings

By the Creek

By the Creek

Finished circling the drain
He released all his pain
To the ground he’d been seeking
To be horizontal
By the creek

The flowing of the water
Tickled his pointer finger
Thinking
I am not a salamander
It’s no wonder
I’m not squirming
Gonna listen to the sound—
I was here and laughing
Running, flying by
Just like time

A strike of lightning
In a darkened sky
Sudden falling of rain
He found no need for rushing
At the moment
Regardless of weather
Here was the best place
He could ever be

A beetle scurried up
His bare foot—makeshift bridge
Sought the imminent safety
Of the bottom of a rock

Quite a scene to be seen
There spread out
Upon the ground
Soaking wet, simply loving
The reflections on the stream
Head rested upon his shoulder
He lay there
By the creek

A New Dream

So many dreams
Held so very tight
Headed to the future
Floating toward light
But one day,
He looked down
A bowl now empty
Wondering where to go
Thanking God
He still had feet
Hold still for the photo
Smile big—
They all said
Peeking around each corner
Listening to every sound
Tasting all the moments
Waiting
Painfully waiting
For a new dream
To be found

Sunday Night Thoughts

Without the darkness
Would we ever see light?
How can we love day
Without loving the night?
Good guys and bad guys—
The wrong versus right—
Visions only lucid
With linear eyesight

The air outside my office has been filled with the smell of Jasmine

All Caught Up in Amsterdam

To conclude my retrospect of the vacation Liz, Jon, and I undertook, here are some pieces of my Amsterdam experience. I quickly realized there are fewer photos from which to choose and gave it some thought.

We spent the most time in Amsterdam! I was very surprised. But, the truth is, I really had the most fun there. Not only did we stay in our friends’ super posh apartment, but we were so busy laughing, biking, eating, and drinking most of the time. I planned on doing some writing and certainly on whipping out the ol’ camera way more than I did.

But maybe, just maybe, when and where we are least likely to document our experiences is where the best moments live. Anyway, I am going to use that as my excuse for not having more photos.

Below are a selection of our experience in Amsterdam— A place to truly be.