My complaints about life dissolve into dreams. I have super powers in sleep to deal with each of them. When I wake up I am already exhausted for the ordinary living that follows. This twilight like truth doesn't stay with me for long. It slips into foliage Wind does its job and I go on to collect more material for my dreams. Prepare the next battle.
Life reminds us all the time it is not a check list but a checkered one. Litany is always on. No break in prayers. Prayers for luck this and luck that. Luck everything. The dark patch is always a shadow of success. And while waiting hope sprouts between the feet. Tickles us into movement.
Nothing ordinary happens in the past Put ears to the ground clods exchange notes. And memories the young mountains pierce the skies. Trees remain witness and dispatch progress reports every season. And the bees carry tears glinting on their back Dark and golden To bloom a thousand flowers.
History happens every day and when we talk, every moment. Peering down the throats of mighty anecdotes We remember the times And narrate it like griots We play the see-saw game of the hee-haw. The pulse of an electric smile is felt in the air We could break off into unknown physics here But history it keeps happening when we talk and the thrill is of the future.