Night Stalk in Boston
by gabetcetera
want to write something, haven’t written today
shape some syllables by the little bridge to pray
the creative spark
that dwelleth deep within
burning in its fire every remorse and perceived sin
that I bring from the past
up into this present moment
peace of mind is mine, it says
I just gotta own it
wake up, laugh, and work to join
the inner and the outer
the hopeful Buoy eternally bobbing
on the tumult and waves of the unceasing doubter
through slants and shadows
and ripples of light and dark
breathing fruit to then lie fallow
yeah, cycling with its kin
Hear the wisdom blowing
on the wings of the North Wind
and so I am, another day
I stop just to give thanks
feel the spirit fill me
all that despair was just angst
so along the river banks, i sit
there the river goes
here it comes again -
where’s it going?
who’s to know?
