Sharing Moments

I wish to share
That which makes me sigh
As I marvel
At the beauty
Hidden in moments

Dragonfly

The dragonfly knows
The dance is never straight
Invariable
Undeviating
It needs both drift and vector
To hover then flicker
At the nudge of shadows
Or insistence of the wind

The timeline is littered with detours and snags
And the key is to know when to linger or to soar

Inexorable

I am unyielding
Not rigid
Merely bending until you give
You ask, I nod, but never answer
Allowing you to believe you have triumphed
When, in reality, you have succumbed

My path is inescapable
For it is your path
And as you trod it
Your foot fits neatly into the footsteps I planted

I am unalterable
Yet am change incarnate

For I am Time
And I will drive you where I will

Steps

These feet have trod upon uncertain roads
Tip-toed past brooding provocation
Marched beside negligent courage
Slogged through saccharin banality
Skipped along in childish delight
And capered in the shadows of a conquest
Knowing that joy is hiding
Disguised in the steps of my life’s dance

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What was once so vivid
So clear, so sharp
Has morphed into soft corners
With greys, with blues

Today’s life is not punctuated
With edges or details
Rather, motion and halos
Catch my attention

It’s a quieter time
But that’s as it should be
For I have left my footprints in the sand
And it’s the memories of other times
That fill my days

And I am content to remember
That the world has been nudged
Into a sweeter place
Because of my days here

Yet my dance is not done
Do not suppose I sit, unaware,
While others shape my world
To their specifications
My world is mine
I am endurance

Awaken

My movement through time
Creates the gentlest ripple in history
Yet, here I sit…

 Inhabiting this small space of consciousness
Bubbling and banging
Against crises and frustrations

 But, occasionally, I am pestered by the cosmos 
Jarring my myopic focus
To see…

A Sweeter Song

Remnants of a sweeter time
When songs crooned of moonlight and dreams
Whispering muted jazz though bell-capped trumpets
Leaving us to believe
In happily-ever-after

Adrift in Now

To crave a focus…
…a direction…

For when there is none
They mutter words like
Lost…rudderless…adrift

But, while driving toward the glitter of tomorrow
Can they…
…do they…
…lose the essence….
…the joy…
Of today?

Is there another creature in this world
That has such a drive…
…such an imperative…
To reach for
…to grasp at…
Tomorrow?

…and, does that make us fortunate…
…or handicapped?

Why Not

Does the question “why”
Imply discontentment?
For, to ask “why”
Opens the door
To an alternate path…
…one with possibly more satisfaction.

 Maybe, “why” is merely the human expression
Of possibilities not yet explored?

But, “why not” is a very different entity
For “why not” is a green light
Stating the road is clear
No obstructions, no delays
It’s “All ahead full, Captain!”

…I prefer “why not”…

Dreams of Flying

I used to dream of flying
With no warning my feet would drift off the concrete
Sometimes effortless
Sometimes straining
Like swimming through air
I would watch the grass disappear beneath my feet
And begin to soar

Tumbling through hoary limbs and dancing leaves
Skimming the tree tops
In my dream, I was never surprised
I knew, in my secret self, that I was always meant to fly
In my dream I was simply being who I was meant to be

I no longer remember my dreams
Or, if I do, they are muddled messes
Not worth considering
Or worth retaining
Where no hint of soaring
Intrudes upon staid and mundane puzzles
Involving forgotten deadlines
Or articles dropped just beyond my reach
Where I awaken with a hazy, unrecalled after-taste
Slightly disturbing
But easily put aside
In favor of the reality of a new day

Maybe, as my life proceeds
I will again find my way
Back to the dreams of my youth
Where flying is a given
And getting from here to there
Is not even close to a straight line
Rather, it involves a slow loop around the eagle’s nest
Followed by a victory roll

 …and I awaken with a smile