Hazy Acres

New humans come in 

Witness 

In me

In them

At this stage

Of beginning 

Again 

I cannot tell what is missing

Or not missing 

Seeing in myself 

Gaps I am still filling 

Beach sand in a bucket

Water in the summers drought 

These leaves will turn 

As I am turning 

Into this version 

Of what came before

As it molds 

To become 

New 

Even if I wonder

Or wander

In the past 

Clearly its imaginary 

As the future is imaginary 

Imagine 

If now was 

Choosing how to walk in this life 

With whom we walk 

Tougher ideals to unwind 

Carving on the block 

Weaving in the mind

Aware 

Trying not to be 

Everything is just a bird to me 

In a tree 

Hopping on the grass

Singing in the morning sun 

I will just become 

What they see 

In me 

Here