time is a gun
pointed at my head
demanding that I live
it’s almost too much sometimes
life steals me away
at a hundred miles a minute
in a thousand different directions
like the breeze
I fly through this life
twisting and twirling
and dancing and swirling
as the caravan moves on
and my payoff:
an equal number of
goose bumps and tears
I know there is suffering
but sometimes all I can see
is the sign
the proof
the evidence
that this was all made for me:
random illogical clouds
the softly scented nape
the moribund dance
of fall leaves
to songs without words
the unexpected kindness
infinite grace
the exact right word
coming to me
every moment
is a present
wrapped in a memory
and I offer them
to you
in gratitude
Here! Buy! Now!
