It’s just so easy to forget, this time
skims past oval shoulders, loses footprints
to the shore, curling after an instance.
An impression left to stay, to believe
just in the brightening of a life beckoned,
lapped in the mind for an awakening call.
To claim a surge, sail underneath a blue
tint of a sky to the advance of dawn.
To encircle all, push hands into air,
smudge a creative edge that meets promise
for a sheen of thoughts, a coolness.
A taste of this is what I need to be free.
As hands holding water as one breath,
one fullness held halfway in the throat,
swallowed as science and nature combined,
clearly defined serenity.
Searching seems all there is, it unfurls
the calendar, an expressive train getaway,
speeds on through the night. One faceless ticket
gives concessions for early arrivals, all could be
collected in a backpack of latterday heroes
framed alongside the greatest guitar riffs.
Someday, maybe destiny will be smooth, easy,
just a walk through the park to a marbled bench
that shows scuffs from kicked off shoes.