new normal

the beating drum

goes back to rest

after the alarm

…

as we settle into

the new normal

after a big change

in society, politics, etc.

should not be mistaken

as time for rest

but reflection & action

enough

climbing and climbing

the rice stalks quiver

from the east winds

…

when we become

content with

reaching our goals

and not needing

to push towards a new target

is when we will become

the master of ourselves

power

the thief escapes

into the town

filling us with soot

…

to lead

to learn

to love

to say

we lack any

or are poor

is a mistake

crossing arms

the peacock

ruffles and stirs

a bouquet of flowers

…

tugging our ears

patting others on the back

rubbing our hands together

breaking eye contact

having a strong handshake

expressing our emotions

comes from all the above and more

from an early age

leaving the ranch

a herd of cattle

roam with the wind

…

we look to

our role models

for guidance

and as grow

we realize that we can

chart our own course

if we are emboldened with purpose

top to bottom

the jade plant

stretches and curls

towards sunlight

…

from leadership

that crafts the vision

to individual contributors

that are on the ground

making it a reality

everyone should be

on the same page

survey says

ten weeks later

the storm delivers

a new gift

…

on a scale if we

strongly disagree

to strongly agree

all depends on

how a question

is structured

for us to answer

we may have

it’s still possible

to feel the rain

after the storm

…

not been

the one to start

the trend

or next big thing

but we sure felt

and acted upon

the ripples it caused

where there is

concrete temple

the air enters

a grey void

…

water

there is life

land

there is life

air

there is life

life always finds a way

leg room

sitting down

the plane heads to

our gate

…

often the things

that hold our attention

and are our first priority

are mission critical

and anything afterwards

is not given a second thought

and accepted as is

the choice

at the desk

reading grandmother’s

recipe book

…

we can view

the work as a job

or we can see

the work as our life

are two sides

of the same coin

we flip everyday

the other side

stuck on hold

the stalled elevator

waits for no one

…

when peering over

the proverbial fence

and comparing what

our neighbors are doing

to with what we are doing

the only thing that matters

is knowing we all different and that’s okay

one pound

running up

the hill with a sled

before the snow melts

…

doesn’t seem

like a lot of weight

to lift up for an exercise

but if we have to lift

it many times without stopping

we will no doubt

feel fatigued

and

ten years

pass by the

bus stop

…

small and large

work and play

religion and science

politics and principles

wealthy and poor

there are always

imbalances

crawl, walk, run

step outside

the wind tells us

to catch leaves

…

crawl if we must

walk if we please

run if we can

we set the pace

when traveling

and tracking towards

our goals

gotta have both

sparks fly

a whistle signals

the end of the game

…

there are times

when we need to be

spontaneous and ready

for anything and there are times

when we must plan

for what’s happening now

and ahead of us

when pigs fly

stillness

even in the storm

the deer stares

…

then we will

have seen everything

but until that happens

we have more memories

and experiences

to live and share

with others and ourselves

it depends

again

we start

to see flowers

…

what we put

on the x-axis

on the y-axis

that will determine

the traits

and categories

that follow

darts

grass and mud

the history remains

in game-worn gloves

…

the dart board

may tell us where

to score points

in different areas

and our darts

are needed to score

but we do the throwing

reference

building speed

the red tricycle

rolls down the hill

…

our work

may be our own

original and unique

way of doing things

but there always is

someone or something

that has inspired us