Hazy Acres

There’s a story beginning everywhere

Could be it turns one simple page 

With very few words

Maybe the story is one with legs 

It can run up the big hills

Dance in the dark

And rest 

There is a story in the shadows

And along the lines 

Between the simple material 

Creating wonderful complications 

With words unspoken

Then spoken the same 

Little by little removing the obstacles 

For another page 

As it turns the cover stays blank 

Slowly with age

Dust that turns the blue to a haze 

Sandy gold 

With a timeless look wherever it sits 

The story has peaks and tumbles 

It has empty roads

Colors never seen

It has a voice to deliver the experience 

This story could be long or short

It could be lightening or the placid rivers that move as life ends 

And as it turns and turns and turns

We begin we begin we begin 

To be clear and open 

Writing the characters so they have a story 

Through every passing moment 

In all the houses 

With all the smells

And their history 

The exchange of silence

Nerves that sparkle the room 

Choices 

Walls to walk through 

A story