Sometimes, we all need a resting place.
Somewhere just to stop
And sit
And take roots
Even if just for a moment.
We all have a place where time stops
Something we do that makes now feel like someplace else.
Alternate.
But when we’re done, time leaps forward again
And we are left more exhausted than before
The abated worries piling up on our backs like a car wreck.
Focus. Action. Purpose.
It’s all good and well, until we wake up and time has just
Leapt
Into what we tried to avoid
And now we’re just
Bone
Weary.
When the L has been taken out of Live and now what is left?
You tell me.
I can’t know.
World is grey, the sky no cheer
The very plants are brittle
The chap of the air sucking the blood color from your skin.
And you, me.
We.
Just huddle here, motionless
Hugging our knees
Waiting for the springtime
That will it come.