Forest

Give Up Street lights bleed Road so smooth I’m floating, Slipping. Cold cars never touch and if they do It’s the touch of death Crunch and noise and color. Give in to the the inevitable: You will hit the ground. Looking through the windshield I already feel the noise and I already give up. Reactivity runs out, you know. But like breath, involuntary, I pull away. Get angry. Fight back. Wake up. I shake my head and blink. No. Think . --- Soft so soft you want to put your lips against her warm white fur. Her chest and nose stretch forward Eyes ahead, attentive. Searching. Does she see what I see? To that stone, does she calculate the jump as I do? She sits back and looks back and gives slack Gives up. I watch and call my kitten again And wait. She looks, calculates and jumps quietly over clear cold water. Her white fur gets wet, and she licks at it.

A Lifetime Ago You may only live once. I make a million lives and live them all right now. Every droplet reflects the light and sparks a thought Thoughts enough for a million lives. I start running and I never stop This and that and there... This work problems to solve questions to ask. That sunset through those leaves Picture perfect, I take a picture. A word there and I clench my fists and breath out. Yesterday was A lifetime ago as today goes down with the sun.