shifty wind, slowly, softly
underneath the shade of a branch i know
normally not as slightly still as this
but this is the evening i can recall and heal
utilizing each hour like the last bite of cake
reaching a bruise to feel the scar
nineteen minutes and nineteen reasons
arranged to line up the least of the light
tonight will not be like the rest of this year’s
nighttime developments which have happened before
in the new century of looking for yourself outside
giving to others what you hoped to recieve
having a weight lifted off of you when the door is opened
tested by these happenings and occasions
taking time to accomplish what i know i needed
it is not too late to figure out a new path
my pain is for the deep spirit of the moment
every day i still feel hope
