The road starts off flat and paved with occasional bumps,
But not many.
I began my life on this path,
But now I have hit a change in course.
I've taken a turn on this once-paved street.
It is now a bumpy, rough, hard ride.
It will not, however, stay like this forever,
As I adjust to the bumpy course I have taken.
But as soon as I turn the next corner,
I'll find a highway,
Smooth, Stretched, Straight.
There'll be stops, crashes, and delays,
Twists, Turns, and Traffic,
But no matter what comes my way as I make my travels everyday,
I shall continue my ride.
I'll make some mistakes,
I'll take some wrong turns.
I'll do what I think is correct at the time.
At this point I'm uncertain where my road will take me,
But my life is this road,
And this road is mine.
Always (2005)
A change
A difference
A new experience
Something big
Tremendous
Huge
A new place
A new life
New everything
The effects differ
With each person
Some, at first,
Frightened
Excited
Nervous
Few comfortable
Most, now,
Comfortable, surroundings clearer
Exhausted, of course
Happy? Possibly.
Differs from person
To person.
But one thing rings true
From one to another
Everyone had changed
For better
And worse,
For good
And bad.
Some changes clear
As Ebony
And Ivory,
A photograph
And a sculpture,
Some more subtle;
A ship
in the haze,
A rainbow
Behind a mountain.
Now we are forced
to plunge in,
to dive into the race.
No stopping.
No waiting.
No pausing for breath.
Nothing.
Always moving.
Always.
We are made to believe
We will find the gold
At the end
Of the rainbow,
God
In heaven.
But really,
Will we?
Who knows?
Only leprechauns and angels.
Mortals say it's up to us,
To find the treasure,
The paradise,
But how can we,
When we are always moving,
Never stopping to consider
What is
And what will be,
Always moving,
Always?
Retreat! (2005)
Crash!
The ocean roars like a lion as it paints designs upon its easel we
call a shore.
Beneath me is muddy,
squishy,
sticky,
spongy sand.
As I stand in this moment of time I feel a light breeze
Light enough to send me that crispness of its salty, sea smell,
strong enough to awaken me from drifting away as a chunk of distressed
driftwood
floating off into the distance.
The cool,
clean,
calming scent of sea air envelopes me.
The zephyrs are too light to keep me from floating off.
However,
A sound from the heavens awakens me.
White and grey angels circle overhead.
Their calls attract children, who frighten them away.
Saddened, I turn my attention to the grainy carpeting below my feet,
squishy,
sticky,
spongy, carpeting.
The artist continually draws and paints on his easel…
Incredible!
The artist however does not seem happy with his artwork.
With a
Crash!
His magnificent designs are erased,
only to leave slight shavings of his original artwork on the sand.
The delicate breeze surrounding me quickly turns to a harsh, angry
wind
whipping,
whirling,
swirling around.
Unfortunately,
It convinces the sun to retreat to its armory shield we call clouds.
There is now a grey beach,
loaded with grey people,
covered by grey clouds.
Rain violently cascades down, faster than a grand piano from the top
of the
Empire State Building.
One look comes across everyone's face…
Retreat!
