Wisdom’s Tree

Settled into the bones of it
sunk deep into the essence
a seed of confidence sprouts
How solid the ground?
How bright the travails?
Watered in time with sweat and tears
fed in truth by life’s substance
hardened by brisk breezes of reason
A tree of wisdom grows
on the bank of age’s pond

Going for a Ride

I am perfectly willing to drive
down the midnight highway
at 65 mph
Under the limited view of headlights
that only shine 200 yards ahead
Why not live life
confidently like that?

Let’s go for a ride!