02-13-2014, 02:22 AM
There are certain moments
everyone comes to rely on;
those thoughts that come to us
when we have uprooted roots
and our minds have moved
elsewhere
at times,
despite stillness, old needs stir
and the wish to grip the present
recedes to claim half-buried bones;
hands try to grasp shards of light,
our old toys, an empty street,
a narrow room
an open window, fresh baked bread,
sneakers, a porcelain duck, certain
Novembers, a backyard swing set
permanence
is left to the foolish, our present,
left, now our past, dry-mouthed,
sun-stroked; we want to hold onto
anything that pleas
"at times" and "permanence" should be justified right. Even in EDIT mode, I can't seem to move them over.
everyone comes to rely on;
those thoughts that come to us
when we have uprooted roots
and our minds have moved
elsewhere
at times,
despite stillness, old needs stir
and the wish to grip the present
recedes to claim half-buried bones;
hands try to grasp shards of light,
our old toys, an empty street,
a narrow room
an open window, fresh baked bread,
sneakers, a porcelain duck, certain
Novembers, a backyard swing set
permanence
is left to the foolish, our present,
left, now our past, dry-mouthed,
sun-stroked; we want to hold onto
anything that pleas
"at times" and "permanence" should be justified right. Even in EDIT mode, I can't seem to move them over.