Keel

Keel

In spending time with you,
for all of these years
I’ve seen, that a little less,
can often mean more.

You say only so much.

But because of its substance…
Your two cents, to me,
are often worth four.

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We spent a lot of time

this past weekend
Conversing, across from one another
From at least six feet away
Sharing our simple pleasures
Craft beer, food, and music
And catching up on our lives
For a good chunk of each day

Again, as always,

I am impressed by you
Your calming demeanor
Your quiet, certain style
Never too high
The correct amount of low
With all of our erst
And all of the while

I envy your approach to life
It seems far less rocky
Far less wrenching
Just a calmer way to live
Questions and listening
Observation and contemplation
As you take far more in
than you choose to give

Paying strict attention
in choosing what you say
Accentuating only the good
can never do you harm
You are keenly interested,
and intermittently curious
Your inquisitive nature,
is the key to your charm

There is something to be said
about consistency.
About the level.
An even keel.

The predictability

of never being unpredictable.
A flatter line
to everything you feel.

There are certain times

when there is little choice
One must wear their feelings
unabashedly, on their sleeve
I do have that soft spot
For all those people,
who openly express emotions
And that might even be me

Contently, and as always,

you just soak it all in
There’s a self-understanding
And a confidence you’ve got
Comfortable within your skin
Life surprises you less
You exhibit very little
Which tells me a lot

You’re safe and steady
You are willing, and able
Yet, purposely hesitant
to reveal your sincerity
Staying your course,
I see you as genuine
As if being uncomplicated
leaves you your clarity

I looked fondly forward
to having you here
Taking a necessary space
in my necessity bubble
A safe, familiar presence
Your easy contagious calm
Your sure settling influence
To spite the recent trouble

There is something to be said

about this certainty.
About the level.
Your even keel.

The reliability

of your someone reliable.
The friendship we keep.
And keeping it real.

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After four long months,
of being socially distanced,
I was socially insistent
that you come to my door.

I am refreshed, and I thank you.

In these uncertain times…
Two days of our certainty
has meant so much more.

Grey


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Grey

Certainly not what I expected
when I looked anxiously to today
Distractions and detours
Delay after delay
Nothing like I had envisioned
No how.  No way.
A reluctant change of course
Navigating the grey

A wall of grey uncertainty
between you and your goal
A hard place, and a rock
w
hen you’re ready to roll
An unexpected wait
A mirage of elusive control
Asking such a small price
Just patience for your toll

Inside the grey uncertainty
t
ime stands painfully still
Between situation and explanation
Just be calm.  Just remain chill.
Between exasperation and exhaustion
Exhale, slowly, and swallow the pill
In the grey of the uncertainty
c
ome what may, inevitably will


Definitely not what I wanted
when I looked forward to tonight
Dissention and distance
Wrong versus right
Nothing like I had envisioned
On my mind. Out of sight.
The tone of grey reaction
Neither black nor white

Toiling in the grey unknown
of a lost night out
In the variable and the vague
is the unseen and the doubt
A question is the answer
When silence is a shout
Look to the big picture
Just relax, and wait it out

Inside the grey unknown
b
eing oblivious can be a roll of the dice
Between interpretation and explanation

Just be understanding. Just be nice.
Between selfish and self-preservation
Do not make the same mistake twice

In the grey of the unknown
u
npaid attention has no actual price


Trapped, within the nowhere near

of where I want my thoughts to be
Distracted and dismayed
My time feels far from free
Nothing like I had envisioned
Awaiting words. A wait and see.
The quiet of the gray
Speaks volumes to me

Staring into the grey silence
of a blank refreshed screen
Checking in after every chapter
like a procrastinating teen
Those certain expectations
The how it’s always been
Confined inside your cellular
Just swipe the slate clean

Inside that grey silence
unrealistic standards are the cage
So make the necessary adjustments
Just turn it off.  Just act your age.
Leave the drama for the characters
Leave the scenes for some stage
In the grey of the silence
you can always
turn the page


Convinced that I am ever-evolving,
I look optimistically ahead
Detraction and reaction
Saying the unsaid
As far, and as much, as I can envision
Also, and more so.  Instead of instead
Negotiating the grey
Whenever I am seeing red

Coping within the grey areas
of our everyday race
With road blocks personified
An invasion of personal space
A barrage of harsh mentality
The reality of commonplace
The simplest of solutions
Just choose dignity, and grace

In the grey of the grey areas
doom and gloom are never much fun
Between frustration and explanation
Just be positive. Be the stronger one.
Between excuses and excusing
You know what needs to be done
Even in the greyest of the grey
rose-coloured glasses will let in the sun

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Fresh

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Fresh

 I pull the second glove on
and away I go.

Anticipating that first wash
of fresh air
S
econd only
to the fresh air itself

Cold, and crisp, and refreshing.
Exactly the remedy I need.

Snapped directly into focus
and on my way
m
ind wide open
today, left behind

Irrelevant now really…
g
one with the gusts
g
one and forgotten

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The snow crunches under my boots
as I get going.

The meaningful part begins
with a
 fresh start
The same day
has fresh thoughts

Clean and clear, and refreshed.
Exactly the remedy I need.

The air fills my lungs
as I briskly walk
with my ideas
keeping me warm

Exhilarated now really…
words filling the air
snow flakes and words

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