Glance before me I can see the quiet haze of a winter morning,
there’s a little bit of rain,
perhaps necessary to set the tone, to allow the mind
a quiet weep
to recognize the beauty of time and how a certain shadow
of truth follows our lives wherever we go.
I do like to be in this position of seeing the world evolve
before my own silent eyes,
I’m listening to old rock and roll and imagining whether the writers
ever could believe their resonant lyrics,
or were they truly wanting us all to simply
instead of shifting away from the beauty and elegance around our eyes.
I see smiles,
some looks of haste,
a relief to have a coffee in hand,
the presence of holiday memory,
everyone finding their way through the leading days toward recognizing
who we are,
why we do become the persona
we choose to allow the public to know, or imagine, or maybe embrace.
Though that was another time …