Frayed and fuzzed bent and broken some days the pain of life’s bumps and bruises feel like too much and all that is wanted is a different kind of fuzzed not frayed but faded.
I want to go out
among tall trees
and open fields
and lie
among moss
and lichen
to look up at the sky
and make stories
from the cast
of shadows and light
upon fluffy tufts
of atmosphere
Fast moving decisions
speak of discipline
and control
focus in every moment
as unexpected
changes in direction
create potential for
painful consequences
and heart skips
a beat
as others are not
so vigilant
Blue skies
of a different sort
layered
upon gray
and tufts of white
over blue mountains
and the awakening
green
of a new spring
rain is coming
and the trees reach
straining tall
in search of
refreshing drops