Hazy Acres

That cold moon

Got me 

Woke me 

Had moments in the sliver

Weird to be there

Hard sleep most nights 

Running clocks inside the mind 

Couldn’t place any hands

Still though

The feeling was circular smooth 

Rode the wave of curiosity 

Let the chimes play the wind 

All sound offered 

Still and getting colder 

Was ok to be 

Ghosts were playing their instruments 

Fading in and out 

Different places scattered 

Remembrance 

Friends now these memories 

Could still feel the long embrace from my children 

From earlier 

And this morning 

Dedicated to the path

Artful

An open boundary for kindness

Exclusively 

It will leave for a moment 

For now calmness reigns 

Creative god is talking 

Lit up in a filling cup

Seeing the gold river begin 

Where the red one ends 

And the new waters book their charters

Safe to begin and begin