perspective
Being at Odds
i was at odds with the world today
and it was at odds with me
it didn’t go where i wanted it to
nor was i where i wanted to be
i’m going to call it an early night
to try and break the spell
out of sorts i can hardly think
please let tonight go well
so tomorrow we’re back in synch
i was at odds with the world today
and it was at odds with me
it didn’t go where i wanted it to
nor was i where i wanted to be
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The Way the Wind Blows
tell me how
to read the signs
the subtle messages
amongst the tea leaves
and between the lines
give me time
to solve each riddle
feel the vibe
of each vague transmittal
including those
i can’t describe
when i listen
help me know
the rising tide
the wind’s direction
life’s ebb and flow
help me thank
distant admirers
for their support
when i’m out of touch
or cross my wires
we press on
against the odds
and try to see
around false facades
occasionally
i catch a glimpse
have a clue
when the view is clear
only then i’m certain
what’s really true
as the years move on
and our life together
geo-scatters
i realize now
what really matters
the winds may blow us
hither and yon
but it’s always you
i count on
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