things unneeded fill our days –

like possibly,

perhaps,

maybe…

how often do we put aside

what matters,

holding our breath –

clenching our hands,

expecting even Atlas to shrug –

for what?

a hand we feel compelled to hold?

replies to questions – unheard?

as callous as forget,

intangible as why –

we build our lives on

could,

should –

then wonder what went wrong

when trapped in lonely –

unremembered as even midnight

by pompous dawn!

 

age –

simply defined;

a collection of years,

or perhaps –

seasons.

 

society puts up fences –

youth here,

old age there,

either, or…

 

i find my place neither

in, nor out –

and so i sit upon the fence –

dangling my feet,

and my heart,

in both pastures.

 

possibly

sits on the couch with

his good friend –

could be –

together they –

oh so carefully –

plan-

nothing…

 

and somewhere on the other side of –

what could be –

sunrise, 

regardless stands watch –

(the world ever so surely continues to turn)…

 

i understand the 

feeling of a rose –

blooming –

the sheer exuberance 

of life;

exaltation –

joy unparalleled –

simply – living –

most awesome of all experiences!