Tick Tock

Pushing back 

each moment

just a little further

until finally

you have no choice

except to act

Hooves

You marvel 

at something 

as mundane

as time

Listening

to the rain

to the wind

to the leaves

Have you 

ever heard

the sound

of a deer

stepping

through

forest?

Rivers

You can't go back

It isn't the same

The river changed

The waters are new

Moment to moment

are you not the water

Meaning?

What's the point 

of the question?

There's no answer

Make up and decide

what makes sense 

Who Will Take me Home

If I can still myself

will I find the peace

that's eluded me

Can I sleep and

wake up rested 

without a worry

This gift given without 

desire is the only one

that matters to me

I close my fists

and grasp the water

to come up empty again

Are these words enough

It shouldn't matter 

if it's all I have

Will the wind carry you

or will time take you home

This Life

The minutes

The hours

The days

The nights

The weeks

The months

The seasons

The years

Be patient

Be impatient

Know when

to be one

or the other

Broken Compass

The oozing stain of time

won't leave me clean

Put it in the wash

but it'll never be the same

Drifting through 

nights and back

to days again

The same old sights

are always new

with these old eyes

Hello dear 

how are you

How's the family

How's the kids

How's everything been

Precious time running 

a four minute mile

How are we aging 

backwards in old photos

Possibility still looms

Choices carry more 

weight than before

I wonder about 

everything

even more than before

Remind me to breathe

I'm too forgetful

finite commodity

precious precious precious

what could it be

what matters most

what is always 

         in diminishing supply

what's ticking away

what's falling away

second 

            

            by second 

grain 

         

         by grain

December 31st

Winter
Spring
Summer
and Fall
Natural order
A progression older
than any species
A progression as old
as Nature itself
Another year past
Another chance
to remember the good
to learn from failure
to try again
So we must
try and try
and try and
try again

Years

Reading through a book
Page after page
being turned
A new chapter
More pages
Endless story

This life
forever
expanding
and
contracting
as our days
diminish
and we
seek out
the un-
definable

Push To Let Go

There is time
there is time
for now
but there is time
if you are ready
to act
to do
to move
to make
motion happen
like you've
always said
like you've
always promised
yourself
There is time
for now

only time

i will give you the only gift i have
i will give you the only life i have

this is time
this is the only time
this is only time
this time

hold on
i will let go
hold on
i will let go

this time
this is the only time

let go

Life recedes into Memory
Memory recedes into Time

Traverse

Together but apart but
Together but apart but
Together is what matters

Love can exist and change
and change with us

Thinking of us
Thinking of how I was
A foolish young man
in love with you
and who still is

My love has changed
but it is love none the less

I see you now as you are
Daughter Mother Wife
Your smile is still the same
Your heart is still pure

I still love you
I always will

The tides have come in
and my heart has grown
and still it grows

From Time to Time

Run from Time
from time to time
but you cannot
escape it's grasp

there is time
there is time
to change
this place

there is time
there is time
to change
ourselves

pendulum

I am waiting for the right time
I always believe it to be near
then find something to dissuade me
Back and forth
Back and forth
A pendulum swinging in my mind
So I watch and wait
for the right time
Is this pure folly
Some might say
to wait for the right time
is to wait forever
Where will action
take me
Far from here
or so I think
or so I think

crossings

Leaves tremble and shake
in early morning wind
Nearby a bird chirps
sitting on a branch
People waking
one by one
from their
beds

This
is morning
yet how much
more this is as well
Time is a distance we
are crossing together as
best we can while we can
in this life of passing lights

How many years gone?
How many remain?

incarnation of this life
existing in this time
for how many years
for how many more lives

Colossus of Rhodes

Standing guard over the entry to the harbor
a beacon of civilization and art
it too fell to the forces of nature as
all things do as all things must
Memory stains the story of history
as it lives on through the tales
of what had once long ago been