the same place

tea at the garden

a column of steam

calms the rain

…

we tend to take note

of our surroundings

when outside variables

like the weather

bring clouds and rain

or passing sunshine

to the places we go

planning for

sifting dirt

the gardener tends

to eager kids

…

winter

spring

summer

fall

takes time

but is worth it

for forming our memories

create then follow

circling ants

around and around

and around we go

…

follow then create

the choice is ours

and one day

we will find

which path

led us towards

where we wanted to be

reaching our limits

the fog rises

a sandpiper rushes

to the open sea

…

we can only hold

so much information on

past, present, and future events

inside our heads

until it’s saved into

long-term memory

or lost with time

our shadow

a tangled rope

continues to tighten

around the mouse

___

just like stress

will continue to follow

and stay with us

until we find out

what and where the source

comes from for us to

acknowledge and accept

pick apart

collecting

the morning brew

in our cup

…

and separate

all the things

that make a business

run and be successful

is a good idea

for when we want

to start one of our own

most of the time

within reach

the flower pot rests

close to the edge

…

we are under

the influence of

what we see

what we hear

what we eat

what we taste

until it’s too late

less and more

mountain trail

three stacked pebbles

cross our path

…

others always seem

to have opinions around

when we decide to focus

more time in one area

the less time is spent on others

which is true in some respect

but how much does it matter?

counting down

a dented box

gently curves itself

around our eyes

…

the days until

a cardboard box

or envelope

is delivered

fills us with

anticipation

and wonder

trading trust

as for the frog

it floated to the top

of the lake

…

with the promise

for future profits

benefits next to no one

unless we are the ones

making the promise

to an audience

who doesn’t know any better

fortunate

do you see

the snowfall melting

below the cherry tree

…

we are lucky

to have x

to own y

to eat this

to drink that

to live here

and be alive

awkward

shaking

the brushstroke

the breathwork

…

this is the way

we have always

done something

like writing with our

dominant hand

until we need

to write with the other

group a

setting clay pot

entering the nest

of a dragon

…

group b

group c

and so on

and so on

yet what matter to us

is not what group we are in

but our actions becoming consequences

reactions

flip a coin

the moment has come

to decide our fate

…

when we first

find out what happened

how we react

is an immediate reflection

of how we feel about

certain circumstances

in or out of our control

familiar

running over

the metal giant

the streets beckon

…

don’t worry

we all have been

in situations

where we face

nothing but the unknown

until our surroundings

become part of the norm

hum

spinning around

the umbrella drops

the moon’s tears

…

some chants

some chorus

some commercials

however short

often times

replay over and over

within our minds

broken bones

asphalt

a marathon

of black ants

…

some heal

some don’t

but one thing

is certain

we are not

the same person

from before

this step

restful lake

a stone falls

to the bottom

…

leads us

to this thing

and this action

sends us here

is what we see

with the paradox of choice

and consequences

own us or own it

red sweater

a new pill emerges

from the cloud

…

style for us

shouldn’t focus

about how much

we own in our closets

but more about

how we dress ourselves with

the clothes we have

part of the process

dripping along

a trail forms

as icicles melt

…

whether we hit

our highest of highs

our lowest of lows

or remain neutral

we should except the past

enjoy the present and

preparing for tomorrow