i used to climb the tallest tree
just to leave behind the ground
sing as loud as i could breathe
about the shapes of passing clouds

mum would haller up to the heavens:
             "STOP IT !"
... "they’ll think you’re Mad!"

... whoever  "they"   were  (?)!
    i naively pondered thence  ―

    now,     the tree is gone,
       "they" chopped  it  
         all the way down
to memories and decomposing roots

    but i still see life unspool
    in the silent shapes of clouds

                    and
  hear the birds sing sweetly
     without a single word


☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☼  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁
                   jesse

Twilight fell on me
Changing gold to tawny brown
Gathering the ripples in my shirt
To undulating shades
Of greens and violet
And my socks turned grey.

In front I stretched out
Long, thin and faded
Merging into the dusk
And the trees
Accompany me
But without strides.

Love Mary x

The sting of raindrops,
a thirst for outdoors.
Dusk, and the
whisper of leaves,
a certain silence. The evening hangs
still. I want to observe the
moment of change,
the discovery of strength,
a joining.

i think i need to be the ******* the train for a little while.
i've got some things i need to figure out on my own.
things that can only be sorted by the passing scenery of a big city or the green of a countryside.
and things that i can't think about when others who know me so well and can tell just what i'm thinking by looking at me are around.
i need to fall into the fast motion picture before my eyes and embrace the chaos that is my mind and just go wild. for i am changing and growing with each passing millisecond and i cannot become who i am meant to be unless i let go of everything i have ever known. the comforts of home no longer comfort me, they confront me. that's how i know it's time to go.

yes.

i need to be the ******* the train for a little while.

•abe