day to day ramble

a ramble that won't ever stop

the madness of an ordinary day

to day transitions hardly noticed

many things on the way to this point

to the part that makes sense

out of a ramble that might be hard

to get moving once stopped

and left dormant thoughts build up

need to find their way out

through a hole this ramble dug

to release some pressure

a ramble that won't ever stop

right in the middle of one thought

onto the next time the ramble comes

out of nowhere nothing between

mind and pen at that moment

the ramble takes over this time and space

for thoughts to take hold of something

tangible the way the humidity makes

the air all around feel heavy

as the ramble rolls on...

with the wind

the wind always picks up

when he’s thinking deeply

about life and what it might mean

everything means something

isn’t that what they say

the wind dies down a bit

he feels the humidity

his arm sticks to the page

only he see his smoke

travel with the wind

as it reveals something

each moment it moves

the air and if he had any

it would move his hair…

stare long enough

when staring sometimes

sight gets blurred

nothing can be seen

stare long enough

into nothing

the mind numbs

fully conscious black out

time freezes for a moment

only in the mind

the clock hands still move

in the other room

caught staring out a window

got lost in all the green

makes the room disappear

is the glass even there

at that moment who wouldn’t feel relaxed

find that moment

as often as possible

staring and getting stuck in the stare…

water glass

water glass not clear through

new eyes

see truth is life is hard

rough road for any and every

one minute water is like glass

and the next intense waves

of emotion shoot

through the pen and

only one gets to watch

the ink dry on the page

every few days necessary

if not daily

thought will get trapped

up inside…

it wasn't supposed to

where to begin to understand this life

has got to mean something

like the smell of fire

that lingers as the last hints of smoke

trail into sunset trees

reflection seen in table glass

what comes next

whatever it is it too will pass

too quick want to slow it all down somehow

where to rebuild some confidence

never held to one set of rules

tomorrow will come even if we don't get it

probably never will

where to begin right here in the moment

every moment counts as long as we let

them fall behind to make room

for all that is new about today

it won't make sense

it wasn't supposed to

where to begin and how we fit in...

leaf from branch

sitting breathing living

enjoying the day

and all it has brought

to this reality

that is here right now

and a cool breeze reminds

the mind to release itself

into the wind

like leaf from branch

not worried about the fall or flight

just flowing until the mind returns

a seated position relaxed

without pressure to be that way

just relaxed and floating feline

from table to floor with a thud

then continue on it's way

no thought on distance of fall

relaxed again sitting watching

wind ripple water in the pool

reflecting sky clouds and sun

mind returns again

as pen dances across the page

hardly knowing what

words will come next...