Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

These are just words

Changing daily 

As your surrounding changes

You tweak what to say 

To those around you 

You really don’t know

Or need to 

While the wild plays 

Moving in and out 

Of your orbit 

Pulling more and more 

From an emptying cup 

Depleted 

Redundant 

Last inch of a trip 

Before the water falls 

And you are floating 

New earth 

Without the past 

In an atmosphere

Cutting off your supply 

To life 

Great thunder occurs 

Shifting the patterns

Crushing the logistics 

While the humming remains 

In and around the perimeter 

Blending with the night air 

Circling above your third 

Pop

From the fire 

Dirty concrete 

Twigs and squishy things 

Bouncing toys 

To swing 

While you play it in reverse

Pausing 

Playing back 

Without finding a difference 

Just a movie you’ve seen 

While you start 

Writing 

A new one 

Giving birth to truth 

In the seconds

In the hours

In the days 

While you slowly erase 

To create