Shift

Glaring upon the faceless visage of time

I find my gaze more penetrating than before.

Within its eyes Perspective dances nimbly a frolicking step full of insight.

The dancer's gift no longer eludes me.

In the once-empty space between the steps

I now find The Old Man breathing softly in his lounge chair

He tells me tales of times gone by

And sharpens my Spade for times to come.

And on the step, a Seed is planted

Each one casting a shadow of Truth

Guiding me to its roots with its growth.

Strength wanes and as I fall out of step

The shadow becomes one with the Darkness

And my eyes turn to more familiar places.

Runaway

I turn away every chance I get.

I signal right, veer left and drive the wedge in deep.

I'm blowing past the stop signs we used to make

And pretending that all the lights are green.

I see your lights flashing in my mirror

But it's starting to pick up speed.

A crash,

A bump,

And a moment alone.

And now it is more than a seed.

And in that moment I see what I've done

As I approach the look at the end of my leap.

But there ain't no rest for the wicked

And I'm worried because I can't sleep.

Mowing

It is more than a song

It requires more attention

It cannot be forced upon

Yet it cannot escape detection

It seeks you where you are

Yes, even now

It's presence transcends all

No matter when or where

Nor who, nor how, nor time

Nor what you think you are doing there

What matters is surrender

Victory through defeat

A defeat that changes everything

Surrender, but not retreat

The white flag waves and all is joy

You disappear into that song

And lose your way in its sweet harmony

Just to find where you belong.