thinking in the rain

the change, to take a chance
wondering when
and making it the right now
and on and on
not at all mundane
everyday is the adventure
the mist on the umbrella above
drips water just out of reach
fortunate for these pages
somehow staying dry although
wet with fresh thought
for this Sunday night
first night was really an afternoon spent
overlooking the pond
down the winding road
couldn't believe
the would-be passenger
so many thoughts raced that day
that was a cross roads changing this course
right in time unbelievable the chance given
after so much time solitary
not confined just left alone
then noticed under fluorescent lights
in the public eye undeniable
before two even knew the state that they were in
as if in a trance pulling two worlds
together magnetized
the chance to take that chance
to change everything for love and life
a puzzle but not one that makes sense
no logic timing and things couldn't have
happened any other way
were meant to be here
the vegetation all around
that no one remembers planting
and this love grows everyday...

pen mind potential

the sitter watching every
one around him move
reaching within once again strength
he know it's there ready pounce
at the opportunity wherever it sticks
itself the sitter waiting for the chance
to stand on something
more sturdy than sand
some will say his pen mind
has potential while some
just ask what size straight-jacket
does he wear not insulted just
encouraged to push through an and all
criticism and focus on the real thoughts
who will keep everyone focused on
the free thought while it remains free
at least or would they even
realize it's slipping away
with every ridiculous news story
to distract from the importance
of the free thought
freedom and the right to simply be
the inspiration is in front of me
as the watcher sits waiting
for the mist to turn to rain
the storm is what is needed
to refresh the ground around some
might say enough is enough
nearly twenty days recent rain involved
the revolution will be televised
but it won't be the one necessary
to take hold and secure free
thought once again addicted to thought
putting it here to persevere
it's freedom he wants it to fly
like he knows it can
and will given the chance...

no one wonders

confusion crashing no one wonders
what might come next
in line wrapping around the corner
sharp it cuts me every time
ticking for the young one
going to be a mom
not done being a child herself
looking within will she find the answers
no one can find for her
confusion must be circling her mind
like smoke around my head
sitting alone in the dark...