The tide is her now
low and clear the surrounding of current
the ground of things are.
Inside I look at you
a warm home to go and contemplate
and say little but everything.
Often, I see clear through
but on the surface when in focus
you see your future self.
When you’re closing the circle
you have been pushed at different times
but pressure makes its rounds.
Standing to support our life
to hold in place by your embrace
and carry our current over.
The trees stretch out above
the path I go at night alone
to touch the half-moon.
I drive home and turn
because there is a being over there
I don’t want to be.
Life and tales cannot conserve
the things that had once natures roots
our breath tells and takes.
Is she the first who dares.
Or the last who jumps backwards.
To get in line or to escape.
An unclear moment caught in time.
One day I got stuck here.
And now I’m hanging around.
My brothers are the same.
They are like me, sticking around.
Adrift and abandoned, lost somewhere.
The sea can get wild and lure you away.
What’s left is a shell, a thing that gives up.
Where are you now at this very end?
For the time of day, the shadows are still long.
They slowly move with every passing day.
The lines play a rhythm when we move along.
I dance my way till the shadows are gone.
Staring in the distance, so I can close my eyes.
Waiting for a nowhere to go today.
I want to move but I stand still here.
Maybe later something will, so I can go.
The weather is sometimes against you
The snow comes in straight or the rain just falls down.
Its nature telling you to stay home.
To enjoy the weather outside from the inside.
A million years of gradual change.
Formed by the waters a pressure that shaped.
The weights that we feel now, standing up straight.
Are not like the water it’s the baggage we made.