contemplation fills the quiet resting in the air around me tonight
and i find myself feeling old and young
and trying not to lose either.
some moments i'll swear that i'm losing my mind one day at a time,
others my body becomes a taller sort of small with being found.
rolling down the familiar roads of home,
it's sometimes okay to ask for directions anyhow.
new ideas and projects erect themselves,
like pillars of breathing,
and as i look past them enough to see the spiral
my warm breath weaves in the cold breeze,
i think just maybe i can let my guard down
and use it as a ladder for skydiving from the tops of tall words.
winds come and try as they might to jar my gravity
i'm waiting for spring.
