Wind, like weightless water,
moves at its own pace,
brings the things it thinks we need.
Angels try to trip you, slow things down.
Breathe and relax leads to dancing around.
Sky lights sending signals, testing lost sound.
Breathe and unwind until dancing around.
Echoes from waves in a cold room
Clock curves, ring’s gone, time takes off the day.
Hands make moves toward the future.
Pulled up by bootstraps,
found first sticks along the way.
Waves, like weighed down wind,
move at their own pace,
wreck the thoughts that we don’t need.
Echoes from water in another room.
A clock’s curve and hands on gold.
Watches say “let’s go.”
this is your life chuck johnson 