Hazy Acres

You know it rains sometimes

Each drop a small fraction doing work 

Like a person these droplets 

Saying hello in the quiet calm of a moment

Or two

In the rear view she did a tarot reading 

There’s a storm 

Either now or coming soon

Meaning at any given time the thunder will shake you

Plenty of these to reflect on 

Now 

Where it started when it stayed why it left

When I left again then again  

Another treason of self 

Fortunately there’s fortune to discover 

One more time into another 

How many masks have you worn

Often deliberate on its significance 

Without awareness in the conscious mind 

Subconsciously building a pattern 

Stones for a home 

I accept what is to come 

What came 

What is now 

Makes things no less easy 

Or difficult if we allow ourselves to see ourselves 

Placidly 

Once in awhile 

For right reasons to admit the truth 

Vigorously without ends within ends 

It all ends 

But interesting in a wild excitement of possibility 

Here and everywhere 

Similar rhythm contexts 

We all breathe the same air 

We all love someone or something that’s worth an agitated mind 

Many steps in a pasture to the other side 

An edgy echo canyon 

To have a home 

Building truth in the trusting arms 

Blowing smoke in directions needing it 

To continue on the ride along 

Potions in a pocket waiting to be shared 

To share it all with minimal efforts 

As an example for others to rest awhile 

Likewise for us all in the safe harbors of our choosing 

Decisions made then broken then made

Fickle commitments we are confused by ultimately 

Trying anyway 

Armed with understanding of intentional ignorance themes 

We can still find a way 

Each silent move occurring while we look away 

Growth in the state of things left unsaid 

Triple dots on my wrist to represent those floating words

Never used 

Evil eye placement to protect the door from all unkind observers

Just as the design is our own to design

Kindness is sadly part of the evolution 

What it means and meant before 

How we label each other and compare 

To speak is to compare

Stoic wolves hum in the dark 

Watchers wait in the golden harvest 

Chatters talk past their intent 

The circle rotates gracefully

Collectively gathering for sacred beginnings

Keep on the keepers journey 

Give in the givers eye 

Fold your cards when its feels right 

Goodbye is just one word away from hello