Besties

My best friend and me
We don't like it when mom calls,
"Time to come in now!"

Time

It drinks down my life in huge gulping drags and when I look in the fridge, the milk is always just about empty.
It rolls down the road at super high speeds and when I check the tank, the gas is always just about gone.
It climbs the stairs two-by-two to the very top and when I stop, my heart is racing and I can't catch my breath.
When I get to the bottom again, doubled over, hands on knees, gasping--its back in the fridge.

Then, just when I think I've reached the edge of the edge--the milk, the gas, and my breath gone--I realize
It sure tastes good, the speed is exhilirating and the view is simply and heart-wrenchingly beautiful.

Something Speaks

Quiet birdsong and breeze
Sliding soft through the trees
The perfection of tranquil solitude

Here in this misty hollow
My mind slows to the shallow
Pulse of the forest's reflex energy

Something speaks
Not with words
A perception
I know inside.

Something speaks
To my soul
In abstract
Avoiding focus.

Something speaks
That is not
For me to understand
But to accept.

Something speaks
And I know
That alone here
I am not alone.

The fog is deepening.
Times makes no effort to move.
Roan Mountain folds itself around me.

God is here, peace is here
Seeping through every sense.
When I depart I will carry it with me.

Something speaks
Not with words
A perception
I know inside.

Something speaks
To my soul
In abstract
Avoiding focus.

Something speaks
That is not
For me to understand
But to accept.

Something speaks
And I know
That alone here
I am not alone.