The forest might 
seem a good 
place to grow 
nestled amongst other 
trees in between 
but find yourself 
a hill far
away from others 
to set down 
your roots acorn 
for there on
that very rise
will you be 
able to spread 
out your canopy 
and if lucky 
be the limb
for some swing
of gleeful children 

Heat is on
sun is up
coffee is poured 
music is playing 
here I sit
peacefully looking around 
nary a care
for nothing is
that shouldn’t be 
here and there
and actually everywhere 
that my happy 
eyes land upon 

Always evolve 
never stay
where you 
find yourself 
stagnant water
draws insects 
treading water 
eventually exhausts 
move in
one direction 
or another 
even though 
doubling back 
might seem 
futile the 
soul has 
wings that 
are built 
to fly 

You can’t 
miss something 
that doesn’t 
belong here 
and all
things that 
once were 
never do

And now nothing 
for everything’s done 
and everyone else 
tired from waiting 
have made their 
way along alone 
it’s this way
so you see
impatience does itch
and they will 
always find someone 
to scratch it