Adrift

 

Scattered clouds of yesterday 

adrift in the evening sky ~

gilded by tonight’s setting sun.

“The sky and the sun are always there. 

It’s the clouds that come and go.”

~ Rachel Joyce,  

The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy

Without a Map

 

Yesterday vanished into memory, 

   today ~ a birthday delight with family,

     tomorrow is an open, uncharted road.

“I have gone into yesterday and tomorrow 

and both were a real as today ~ 

which is like the dreams of ghosts!”

~ Robert E. Howard, author

(1906 ~ 1936)

Back Alley Wandering

The big dream is to ride 

a wide open highway to success 

yet from my perspective of years 

those big dream highways are 

random connectors to daily life. 

The day to day living of each life. 

Sleep and eat, 

keep body and soul together, 

pay the bills and 

stroll on a Sunday afternoon. 

Back alleys are notoriously filled 

with our detritus for the garbage men 

with their big, grumbling trucks;

the nomads of the streets with 

shopping carts and plastic bags. 

And yet back alleys are filled 

with quiet, sad history of 

old refrigerators and furniture; 

the colourful art work of graffiti artists. 

Paved or packed dirt with grass 

trying to survive 

they draw a line between 

vegetable and flower gardens 

and messy yards for

plastic swimming pools and tree houses. 

“A dream doesn’t become reality through magic; 

it takes sweat, determination and hard work.”

~ Colin Powell