letter of resignation

there is a toxic air around this place
it fills my lungs whenever i
enter the tan building across town
years ago we caught a cold
and just never kicked it
the conflict, the tension, these passive aggressive disagreements
they've taken their toll on my soul
my joy has waned
fallen into the shadows
of this illness that threatens us
slowly we are falling
like sentinels at dusk
traveling long distances before settling peacefully
toward that rhythm that's lulling us away

good words

intentional
movement
awareness
self-actualized

time takes us back

draft 2

i cradled time in my hands today
watched it squirm around and felt its heartbeat
heard stories whispered
past, present, future-here at once
time's flesh is real and substantial, yet so fragile
like a jack-o-latern slowly composting itself
back to an earthen hue

draft 1

today i cradled time in my hands
considered it
watched it squirm
the years seem infinite and timeless at once
passing by like jack-o-laterns on all those friendly porches
their orange flesh turns to an earthen hue
before my eyes