To construct,

On solid ground,

Is not imperative, …

He stared at the ocean,

Wondering what lay,

On the other side. …

I grew up,

Dreaming to fly,

Touching the clouds, …

The dried,

Tired and wilting,

I do not readily see. …

Underneath,

Hoping to go unseen,

Waiting in silence, …

I like my world clean,

Precise and organized.

But I can only try, …

Some point the way,

While others lead,

And those, …

There are signs,

Also within me,

With direction to places, …

What I often dreamt,

Of leaving behind,

Can only disappear, …

It is the faceless,

Nameless,

And forgotten, …

I dream,

Of aging graciously,

Humbly and gratefully, …

Turbulent days,

Are often hectic,

Stressful, …

To change,

I too need to shed,

Last year’s leaves, …

Life would be boring,

If paths were straight,

Unobstructed and clear…

There’s no need,

To compare,

Stand out, …

We live days,

Create memories,

And move on. …

A page,

Of random squares,

With indiscernible images, …

Absorbed,

In an empty world,

All my own. …

There are times,
When lost in nature,
That I see beauty, …

Not all almonds,

Shed their skin,

To reveal that, …