river

muddling through every way
with a pressing need to move
away all the time
worrying at barriers
even as tendrils snake around
after solutions have been found
isnt enough to hear your sweet voice
without the depth of surround sound
how do they slice it
into timetables, montage
dole it out with ads
decide which journeys matter
(the ones that make it, off course)
bottle it and brine it
force it sideways and pretend
it isnt constantly worrying
the way it used to be

readjusting

little by little
to being human, normal
average, unremarkable
no longer subject
to high drama, grandelusion
well, less subject
this wonderful feeling inside
of time, of space, of silence
and I miss the action
of course, I was a tornado
a bad influence
someone you would remember
with distaste and fear
and love, well come on
its all about love right
the courage to
which left after
my glass was full
and I started to owe
fear is all that remains
fear is, adjustible

the curious juxtaposition of idyll and ideal

haven't we all lived
in the day, the moment
soundly asleep
confident and sure
of our own power
over heaven and earth
aka ourselves
for the first time in years
able to see our whole life
without turning away
when accident
brings what we truly want
and design
shows how many times before
we walked away
from the same accident
down the lovely worn winding path