The Measure

 Against what’s proper
And polished
We keep our eyes down these days
Having faith in only that we no longer have the strength
To see what isn’t there

Each day brings its journey
Down stairwells
Through thoroughfares
Around corners too dark
Up or out into the blue

Thankful for life around and within
Aren’t we
Wishing though
For stronger legs and for footsteps
Whose echo steadies hands

I Want

The seams of you
May those burlap threads burst
Spilling the uncontainable, genuine joy

The gleam of you
May those eyes forever hold ease
Radiating the wonder within

The dreams of you
May those hopes find their home
Visting the soul steadfastly