This is going to be short and sweet as it is a travel day. I may add to this later, I don’t know. When I started today, I was in Rangeley, ME and when it ends, I will be back home in Phoenix. Along the way was a bit of Boston, some time in Portland, and a lot of heartache.
It believes in tremors,
The quivering muscle inside my chest.
A bit shaky today
Staring at the sun through a different lens.
If it had fingers, it would grip the seconds
And strangle the minutes so they could become peaceful, blue hours.
This stumbling tongue
Knows all the words but has none.
All jumbled up
And running from the whispers of “so long” and “goodbye.”
If it had fingers, it would sort the letters
Into a crossword puzzle only love could solve.
How many thoughts
Will find a new home in this day?
Blasting 70,000 and maybe a few more.
If it had fingers, there would be brittle bones
Where skin once covered the fear and hope and love and…
It's time to begin again.
If Time had fingers, life would need a lot more pianos.
See you tomorrow.
Be like this.