Hazy Acres

Was hopeful for the kitchen time  

A change to the rhythm in this space 

Laughing after finding a silly album cover 

From searching the collection 

Then playing and playing and playing 

Was hopeful for walks discussing the experience 

Art and its penetrating ways 

Was hopeful for the silence 

Just staring for long durations 

Eyes

The touching 

Kindness doubled up and protected 

To have a home 

To build a new one 

Imagining when it could be a right time 

To move gently 

Toward it being real

Was hopeful to look for special things 

To leave things where you’d find them 

Was hopeful to see things I had not seen in places I had not been 

The pace was non stop in my head 

Rolling through the hours 

Living in the imagination of jointed hearts

Yet alive and willing 

Building the castles in the sand 

Feeding the truth as it is 

Invisible with heavy guards up 

As I sit and wonder 

Hopeful 

As the early lights came in softy through the tree 

And it was quiet for once 

In my head where maybe it only lived

As the city woke and the new flutters remained 

In the place of always 

Without hesitating 

Was hopeful to lay still in the stillness 

For a bit longer 

And yet life swings us in its jazz 

Takes our hands 

Like a sheet on a windy day 

Blows us away 

As it does with the roots

Or a chance to see more

In a hope that could stand in a thunder 

And be drowned in the rain 

Or pushed to a corner 

All bright in its hope 

Just to see 

Blink blink blink 

On a hill somewhere

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