Hazy Acres

Deep in there

Some other kind of momentum 

Felt on the hilltops 

Pours out in sound

Words contain this vibration

In this space 

Felt in a street 

Along the building 

On the skin 

At the end of your fingertips

In the smile

Behind the eyes

When a chord slightly comes clear 

How it mixes together 

Tucked in a large gathering 

As the morning comes 

While you debate choices 

Under a moon you don’t need to define 

Felt in the stairwells while your heart is aging

Hot cups

Warm blankets 

Sitting still while it passes by 

When you get the last piece 

If you can take the last piece 

Taking a chance

Aware of the fear not to take a chance 

Saying no 

Saying anything honest 

Felt while plans are made 

While plans are happening 

While you are there 

Or not there 

In a speaker 

With the tones 

Next to dirt

In the dirt 

Passing by as if the clock had wheels 

One piece of hair dangling down 

Centers of a chest 

Centers