I hear time
not by tick
or by crowing
or by heartbeat 
but by whoosh
sounds of tires
on the street 
that start slowly 
and then grow 
as the day
goes on by
it’s almost like 
deep heavy sighs 
of life passing 

I see
the same 
bright future 
in snowflakes 
and raindrops 
than I 
have in 
crystal balls
because those 
tiny things 
that fall 
from heaven 
come with 
no expectation 
except to 
be beautiful 

Baby steps behind 
you gotta walk
before you can 
run and the 
only thing that 
you’re guaranteed to 
do is stumble 
but the fall
isn’t what’s important 
getting back up 
that’s what is

Falling in 
falling out 
but what’s 
the middle 
a bike 
can only 
coast for 
so long 
do we
then look
for hills 
to make 
our handlebar 
streamers fly 

Kindness doesn’t percolate 
it steeps with 
a quiet confidence 
it confesses certainty 
and the ability 
to go and 
get along calmly 
those who posture 
those who boast 
about and boss
others demanding that 
they deserve loyalty 
never find it 
follow the leader 
who lifts others 
from where they 
often find themselves