Bellwether 

This Day again 
And this place
Here I move happily up That Hill
At an easily difficult pace
On account of my heart
And all that it hopes and hoped

I close my eyes to make a wish
A steady shutter
A sturdy tripod 
On solid ground
A bellwether
Are all that comes to mind

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