We are quicksand lives
mired and murky in their naivety
waiting for the next flash of something
anything to change the colors that spin
out of our control
like dancing fireflies which mesmerize
we fall silent in their beauty,
in their simplicity.
Jealous in fact I think,
as they flit about like monarchs
so seldom seen yet still revered,
we watch in fascination
enraptured by their beauty
longing to be light
buoyant like air.
Skies change like minds
suddenly
quickly as each day passes
and we move in our directions
when the light changes granting pardon
and we scurry across like rabbits watched
by waiting dogs,
never knowing when the texter may move forward
unaware at what transpires behind the wheel
though in the wrong
clueless to the life that moves
beyond the capsule
of airbags and roll bars,
a hapless victim of the new day.
We heed the call within
at times understanding the words unspoken,
to breathe and move
in an unhurried pace,
to reflect and embrace
to just be at one for a minute
while the stars pass by
unnoticed at times
when framed in the image
of a spring time moon.