It turns out the day has been a washout. Did I bring this upon myself? Most probably. Yet, I try to look UP. The clouds are clenching...a few moments minus a rainwash.
Things to be happy for...this delicate life that pulls in and out. Those smiles. The memories. The opportunity for unending newness. Night and day hugs, highjinks and Howdy Miss's.
Remembering quieter moments. Just a hilltop, just a bench in a park and no reason to move a muscle, and every reason to get going to find an adventure.
Trying, always trying, but that's the right way huh? Never knowing if I should say- should not say, the thinking too much, and people telling me to relax, and then the relaxing...in the grass, slow heartbeat, tracing your fingers on a midnight train home, and the cat up a tree, surveying his options, as I weigh out my worry, then decide to chuck the scales...throwing the whole lot to the compost.
Hey. It's all in a days work... keep that smile loose on your lips and swing light those silken hips, you've got nothing else to lose...never had, never will.
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