Clouds steeped in puddles,
the sun was losing steam.
Trees were losing focus,
like roots chasing a dream.
Trees were losing focus,
like roots chasing a dream.
Fire was in the water,
old sand was way up high.
Footprints in the distance,
I looked into my eyes.
‘Let me live,
not so big.
Only what I’m needing.’
Threw some thoughts in the sky tonight.
Tossed some love in the fire.
I watched while they rippled out.
I saw love beyond the clouds,
and thoughts, they stretched the sun.
Gaze into the evening,
all these mountains float.
Hanging on the surface
like paintings people wrote.
Staring down at sunset,
shoelace shaking night,
my thoughts under colors,
I step into the sky.
‘Let me live,
not so big.
Only what I’m needing.’
Momentarily,
I stretched the sun when I stopped to breathe.
But, who am I to know what’s happening?
this is your life chuck johnson 