let the race
go on and
be won and
be lost
inevitable
fast
without me


I will be
playing
on the side
of the road
with the daisies
and the crickets
and the wild-growing
fennel
​

a fleeting whoosh
to the rushing
passerby
and they a whoosh
to me

​
as clouds
hang humid
and yearn to
speckle their
summer mist
a-top puffs of
breeze and
rosy cheeks
and
saplings

​
I will be
spending my
sunshine day
with face
upturned and
hair a-mess
and
eyes not
looking where
they're going


© 2017 Adelaide Heathfield

Do you think a shadow knows?
That it's just a shadow?
Given form by some matter and light?
I doubt so, but what do I know?
Perhaps the shadow is real,
And I'm the one who doesn't see,
The illusion of life lying to me,
Making me another shadow dancing on the wall, thinking I'm free.

From the moment that we met
There never was a doubt
You looked to me like forever
So I followed you around

And as I got to know you
You never proved me wrong
All you do is living proof
As we move along

On this forever journey
Where the years have all lost count
But that doesn't have me worried
I'll take all that I'm allowed

If the center piece gets tattered
And the edges all but torn
All that really matters
Is we both have held on strong

She's an actress
When it comes to love
Plays it out in black and white
Aren't all actors paid to lie

She puts her
Frosted makeup on
Then practices her lines
She could recite them blind

She's always up
On the big screen
When she's in a crowd
Acting out in smile

She'll have you
Begging her for more
That's just the way it goes
As the credits roll

Cause she's an actress
When it comes to love
Ask her for her autograph
But that is all you'll ever get

Watching ants
Reminds me of man
Scurrying in a hurry
Wandering in plans

Acting like
It's all do or die
Running for their lives
Pants on fire

Finding themselves
Worn for worse
Running the course
The back and forth

Time being spent
Building this and that
Deadlines to be met
Having heart attacks

Slip sliding in the sand
Both man and ants
Pouring into this
Pouring out of that

Watching ants
Reminds me of man
In the hear and now
With no future plans

it's strange to think
my friends will die
and stranger yet
so will i

leaping to
the great beyond
will i leave
with a smile on

and will that smile
say goodbye
when i reach
the other side

waking to
the sweet by and by
is that when
i'll know i've died

will there be
room for me
when i reach
eternity

and what will i do
with all that time
when all my friends
and i both die

What might have been
We'll never know
The secret kept
In the letting go
If we'd held on
To way back when
Then perhaps we'd know
What might have been

What might have been
Has earned its keep
In the who knows when
Of history
With vision blurred
Through sifting sands
Not knowing where or when
What Might have been