Today, I got carried away.
Instead of work, I play.
Sometimes I forget to live
without stress. The older
I get, the shorter the days.
Today, I got carried away
from what I was doing.
Half the time, I don’t know
which direction to go.
The other half of the time,
I don’t know if I should
go outside or stay in
and hide. These long legs
carry me away. One point
to the next. Feeling blessed
in my chest, I hold my head
high. I look to the sky. I see
wings carry birds away.
I feel the wind chill my skin.
I can count on my days
getting carried away.
My mind might stray, yet
my body will stay. Blue
skies littered with birds
help me find the words
needed to carry me away.
I look ahead and know that
one day, blues fade to black.
Tag: chill
Hot Head
Beads of sweat build
On the surface of my face.
Eyes sweat filled.
No signs of shade.
Sun beams down,
Surprising me often.
It comes around
As my skin softens.
Oh, heat! Give me a break.
I’m becoming a hot head.
The sun I cannot shake
Turns white to red.
Oh, heat! Please be kind.
I sweat and I sweat.
Oh, sun! You’ll be fine
For it is time that you set.