Time has a heavy thumb

Time has a heavy thumb

Does movement become light

Can we grab from thin air

Our verbs in past tense flight

Futures unassembled

Jigsaw puzzles and parts

The complex science and

The fingerprints of arts

Minutia memento

Minutia memento

The disappearing dance

The perfect flaws forming

Out of pure circumstance 

Our crowded lifeboats rock

With what little we know

The few survivors in

The abyss overflow

Yesterday before me

Yesterday before me

Please leave me tomorrow 

My welcomed guest begging

For more time to borrow

Leave me my love and take

Your polished hours with you

My old and trusted friend

I must find someone new

Mosaic memories

Mosaic memories

Forfeited for the here

And building block futures 

Only the lobby tier

Pain and joy are present

Melancholy ensues

Lament and celebrate 

In the moment, our muse

There will be more of us

There will be more of us

And how strange they will be

Each with their cross section

Tapestry jubilee 

And how rich they will be

Miners and landscapers

Hope with broken glasses

Kaleidoscope makers

Catching up with wishes

Catching up with wishes

Celebrating the reach

The hard road to easy

To everyone their each

But the joy Overwhelms 

The run on sentence ends

The thrill of completing 

And the message it sends

The stars are just distant

The stars are just distant

Lighthouses in the sky

Better for charting course

Than seeking answers why

There’s far greater darkness 

Than there is light out there

People are wanting a

Photo negative glare

Answers unexpected

Answers unexpected 

The stains that won’t wash out

Like words said quietly

Without the need to shout

Liquid in heart vessels 

Sloshing until it dries

Weeks perhaps even years

As long as no one cries

A landscape unrolling

A landscape unrolling

From my left to right hand

My internal compass

Finding my hourglass sand

New territory begs

For both survey and scan

Protection for forests

Strong boundaries for man

Ultimately I am

Ultimately I am

Not alone or afraid

Fascism moves forward

With a Christian Crusade 

Crucifix swastikas

Lambs being sacrificed 

Their hatred of neighbors

In the Lord Jesus Christ

We plucked petals of time

We plucked petals of time

For each other a gift

Wrapped them with memories 

Before they went adrift 

We pulled as if they were

Kites rooted in our fists

But they were rays of light

That glanced in brief exist

Looking both left and right

Looking both left and right

No concept in either

Cinder block strip malls where

Beauty takes a breather

A rundown cemetery 

Mowing over flat stones

Another box building

With dark ominous tones

Someone is in the walls

Someone is in the walls

Please hope they are quiet 

Madness mulling murder

Skittish sheep will riot

False enemies and gods

Will have them file and rank

Critical thinking lost

This cannot be more Frank

Caught in these crescendos

Caught in these crescendos

Where has my neighbor gone

Are we not accepting 

Is power now guns drawn

Freedoms now selective

Clip wings or lay barbed wire 

Can we weaken their drums 

Can words put out their fire

The clouds are gray after

The clouds are gray after

Washing the nighttime sky

And the golden sunlight 

Will bleach them until dry

Wading in the wonder

In greater depths we’ll dive

And walk out the wiser

Brighter and more alive 

Half of infinity

Half of infinity

We will always get there

Rain our watercolors 

The sun shadows we pair

Quaint or monumental 

Our hearts protective seal

In the freedom of us

Our souls merely a peel

Achelois disdained

Achelois disdained

Spurned by the emojis

Cry faces for caring

More likely neuroses 

Longing to give kindness 

With eyes brimming with heart

Comfort of caring hands

Not primary school art

A darkness in the dream

A darkness in the dream

Self-sabotage of light

Lady Liberty’s torch

Beacons if you are white

Death camps outside our laws

Where we can’t hear their cries

Humans not furniture 

Unless you eat the lies

Cannot connect the dots

Cannot connect the dots 

Abstract constellations 

No neatly threaded hem

Spotty contemplations 

Floating on randomness 

Wanting the soaking sponge

A fishing bobber no

Matter how deep the plunge 

Rudolph buildings blinking

Rudolph buildings blinking 

Earth spinning, soil turning

Processing the profuse

Taffy pulling learning

The nighttime train whistles

Plurals on single thoughts

Answers leaving questions

And regrets finding oughts 

Pining for pinnacle

Pining for pinnacle

Unsatisfied base camp

What is above the clouds

A pure purpose or stamp

Growth feeling incomplete 

The sharp pointed pin oak

Wanting for greater round

The wheel and not just spoke