Hazy Acres

Lived 

For a cycle 

When it works

Or not

Pushing 

Moving 

Escaping the mood 

These are the instincts 

Some frowning 

When they are present 

Editing for them 

How you are

Staying grounded 

Believing 

What you don’t have 

Is content 

With the scenery 

Simple 

Seductive 

Without a stir 

As it sits invisible 

Power not seen 

Felt