Feel the tension and release, the lean and the pull, the beat and the rhythm of the heart, body and soul. Feel the horse. Forget the saddle.
There hung a chill in the air; it felt cold, tasted sweet. Nuggets of the earth warmed as the Sun rounded and ignited our side of the valley. They called. Like bells and whistles, the crawlers greeted day. Like feather’ds do, they sang. Ceramic on my lips, and a brown bean on my tongue, and under-toning vanilla.
A deep breath. A full Stretch. A smile.
As the sun rises, the focus changes, the light balances, the contrast increases and the saturation intensifies. What is important is in highlight, and what hasn’t the strength to be warmed by this light is cast beneath the shade.
I’m the puzzle piece
made of red clay.
Shape me to fit you,
and I’ll bleed love for days.
For weeks, months, years,
I’ll learn, lust, and care.
I’ll feed, teach, and preach:
to be with love,
to be aware.
I spend my time chasing dreams,
not my own most of the time, but those of others.
These dreams keep telling my life where to go,
what to do;
they’re interjecting themselves into my own pursuit.
Yet, like a clam rolled amidst the waves, I am happy
to just chase dreams.
There’s a saying: “I’m chasing paychecks”
and I’ve heard some say “chase your future,”
but saying it like that sounds like chasing
At times, it may seem like my dreams run away,
but they’re trailing breadcrumbs
in the minds of others,
so while I fumble and feel through this maze,
I am still,
just chasing dreams.
Luck and Time are on no one’s side. We choose to stand with it and call it good, or we choose to stand apart from it and call it bad. Either way, we are the ones picking sides.