Repose and Prose

11:56 PM

Tomorrow is just a few minutes away

This is the time when hunters prey

When shadows and darkness come out to play

When good boys and girls are led astray

When Technicolor memories fade to gray

When mothers fall to their knees to pray

When right and wrong can be twisted like clay

When sinners make new debts to pay

When good, righteous people can only wait for the day

Tomorrow is just a few minutes away

Run, Forest, Run!

you wait and you wait for your chance to be more than you've ever been. then it's finally your turn, and you're off and you're running and running and running on and on and on. and at first your feet barely touch the ground and you run so fast, your face stretches into all these weird shapes which is an odd experience but you don't mind because the crowd is screaming and cheering and everything is one jumbled exhilerating mass of noise. and then reality hits and you're still running but now the wind is against you and it's buffeting you from all sides. and though you try as hard as you can, you can't grab enough oxygen from the harsh air to support your straining body, and your feet slap the hard pavement and the shocks travel up and down your legs, your spine, and they make your knees tingle. and then...

Ash Wednesday

The silent sister veiled in white and blue
Between the yews, behind the garden god,
Whose flute is breathless, bent her head
and sighed but spoke no word

-T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday

Snapshot of Siblings

We lay on the grass and we laughed 'til we cried
And mom yelled at us to come back inside
But we stayed, and we played
Catch in the rain