On Time
He was always on time
for his life…
Every delay, every stumble
Every time he fell
into the abyss —
He was always
perfectly on time…
He was always on time
for his life…
Every delay, every stumble
Every time he fell
into the abyss —
He was always
perfectly on time…
Arced high above their heads
like a rainbow bridge of hope and joy
The aura of their love
vibrated the air with
the strong energy
of their friendship and commitment…
The wheel goes round and round
simply ever spinning
Yet where it touches with friction
the outside world
It causes the cart
to move along the path
On the sun-bleached fencepost
near the gnarled knot
sat the resting red-tail hawk
in her favorite warming spot
Unnoticed by the passing cars
in her silent vigil there
her ruffled feathers beautiful
eyelids muffling her intense stare
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I salute the wild hawk
and all the flying beings!
She felt the warmth
seep into her bones…
Like sands in the hour glass
She noticed the light
and love filled her up
Until she literally radiated
with great exuberance
Full of it, little bug
stuck out his chest
As he boastfully
approached the morsel of food
“Manna” that had just appeared
in front of him