Hazy Acres

When we created lines 

Below the meanings 

We met 

Releasing the grips 

Sitting in a new kind of weather 

Forgetting before 

Forgetting their rules 

Outside in your head 

Leaving a marker at the beginning 

Starting at the end 

Searching without eyes 

Without declaring what it is 

To be in the moment you are in 

Actively or not 

Knowingly or not 

As its always unfolding 

Fortunately so 

As I summit my existence 

In a state 

Learning to do it all 

Forgetting 

Without the given wings 

Gifting the sounds 

Letting the expectations float down a river 

Tiny boats in the harbor 

Circling