Speaking softly in the wind
Whispers
They point
Shouting
Losing the mind
Down the ends of a line
Writing words from scratch
Sleeping with a rooster
Written words on the wall
There isn’t much for them
At the moment
Running from what we deliver
To see their own life
Continue
As you ponder the waters
Moving below
Your feet
In the shadows
Tripping in the mud
Of a moment
Not stuck like glue
But stuck
With a reversing loop
Back and forth
One foot out
A lowering speed
Then an exit
Removing the energy
Softly
In the quiet arms
With a whisper
Goodbye
On this goodnight
Your Thoughts