Hazy Acres

Don’t force it 

Or them 

In the eyes

The belly

To wonder how 

Believing for a time 

You had something 

Don’t try 

Letting it wash below 

Around the front 

Overhead

Out here

In there

For them 

And myself 

As a self 

Which will meet

A million more selves 

Of itself 

I am not alone 

Nor forcing issues 

As they must be acknowledged 

So they can be seen 

For what they are 

Just one more thing present 

Mixing 

Stirring 

Creating 

Living as this body 

Living as this mind 

Don’t force it

Laying still 

Running wild 

In a circle 

In a park with a friend 

In a parked car 

Quielty