Hazy Acres

I feel you sometimes 

Maybe not

Turning a corner 

Turning in

Turning back 

Turning away 

Sometimes 

I see you at times 

Maybe 

Looking around 

Looking in 

Looking back 

Looking 

While the sky plays 

As the limbs limp 

And sometimes the sun 

We aren’t much of anything 

But balls of memory 

Moving around 

Shifting around 

Setting into our experience 

While it rolls 

Segment to segment 

Spinning 

And we see what we have 

And we feel the invisible 

It could matter 

And its ok if it doesn’t 

Sense there’s enough space

For anyone 

For anything 

For much to come 

Willing to allow what is 

Staying present for the ones who stay present 

With me I feel you sometimes 

Maybe not

Turning a corner 

Turning in

Turning back 

Turning away 

Sometimes 

I see you at times 

Maybe 

Looking around 

Looking in 

Looking back 

Looking 

While the sky plays 

As the limbs limp 

And sometimes the sun 

We aren’t much of anything 

But balls of memory 

Moving around 

Shifting around 

Setting into our experience 

While it rolls 

Segment to segment 

Spinning 

And we see what we have 

And we feel the invisible 

It could matter 

And its ok if it doesn’t 

Sense there’s enough space

For anyone 

For anything 

For much to come 

Willing to allow what is 

Staying present for the ones who stay present 

With me