Crossings

and remembering a school of fish,

calm and lazy,

and of wanting their serenity so bad I

ALMOST jumped overboard,

remembering that everything was as it should have been,

… as these thoughts drift through me like forgotten snowflakes

blowing ‘cross the highway

and panic as a deer leaps in front of me,

Kamikaze reflex check,

stupid doe…

and how graceful is her sprinting

running to safety as indeed she should have done,

… as these thoughts drift through me like forgotten snowflakes

blowing ‘cross the highway

and childhood daydreams

of sunbeams,

and stained glass windows,

and shadow dust,

remembering that everything was as it should have been,

… as these thoughts drift through me like forgotten snowflakes

blowing ‘cross the highway

and I shift to the troubles at my job

and how am I going to pay the bills,

and politics, and war, and world hunger,

and the undying love, of my unborn children,

and then I remember that everything, is as it should be,

… as these thoughts drift through me like forgotten snowflakes

blowing ‘cross the highway.