One of those days,

When directions are clear,

But the will to follow, ...

Ducks don’t often quack.

They are mostly quiet.

Today I’ll try the same. ...

What kind of raindrop,

To choose to be.

One by the wayside, ...

Shades of orange,

Blanket the hillside.

Country roads bask, ...

When tears on walls dry,

No one asks or wonders why.

When a stranger, ...

Words, lights, or buttons.

Some choose one,

While others, ...

When angels kiss,

Only their shadows,

May at times be seen. ....

Old love can fade,

Or evolve with time.

It’s a choice, ...

Seeing the truth is at times hard.

Lost, missing, or hidden parts,

Make deciphering reality awkward. ...

Human bridges,

Built with patience during a life,

Remain sturdy and beautiful, ...

Often as we age,

The child inside returns.

Last night I couldn’t sleep. ...

When pressure builds,

And humidity is high,

It may not be a bad time, ...

When days look hazy,

I strain my eyes,

Hoping clarity arrives. ...

What is close,

I sometimes don’t see.

Some in life, ...

Today I tried to make sense,

Of old cables rusting in time.

But nothing worthwhile, ...

If you’re old,

Rusty and cracked,

It’s no reason to be sad, ...

Today,

I saw something old.

It looked nice, ...

One day he accepted,

That being grounded,

Was his life’s path. ...

Today’s windows,

Are the new kind.

For letting air in, ...

To see oneself,

Through different eyes,

Can be a gift, ...