Time Keeps on Slipping
Into the future
Holding pattern continues — unsteady footing while butt-sores inflate — a noble whisper’s little voice entered tune.
One cannot fly with the eagles while hanging out with turkeys. ~ Duane
Patiently, the heartbeat waits — to sing valiantly the echoes of canyon song — anticipation mounting whilst the waiting place gets darker as days go by.
Promised zoom calls falling flat — no answer to declaring finite — hence, we wait and write to tell another tale. Spoken words — transcribed into spacious thought — coming to life as promised by eagle’s glare.
Neighboring neighbor slumbers the day away — whilst flight anticipated awaits — no time to lose, no time wait. Off and away — soaring higher than yesterday — I want to fly like an eagle — Steve Miller calling, let my spirit carry me.
Tick-tocking beats — goes the waiting place sanded grains — excitement is mounting with feathers fanning out for northern skies. Cold is the blistery calling — Superior’s bone-chilling charade — packing everything from flip-flops to triple-down goose feathers.
Chapter’s closing song — interlude of this inner space — vocal cords readied for the new song’s sizzling melody. Answered call — great pause at hand — soon enough — doing what we love.
~ Ani Po
This past week, I spent more time with licensing agencies and health departments on hold. Today, I waited for a Zoom call to review all my paperwork for starting my next chapter. While on hold, I wrote this piece. Edited while waiting to Zoom.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.