In snow
I imagine 
piano in
snow I
imagine flute
in snow 
I imagine 
snare in
snow I
imagine music 

I have always 
said that it’s 
easier to connect 
the dots when 
looking backwards than 
it is to 
see the path 
when looking forward 
so trust that 
your feet know 
where to step 
for they listen 
to your heart 

Like most 
things in
my life 
I’m glad
that I
did it
but I 
don’t want 
to do 
it again 
and isn’t 
that life
at its 
core living 

The pace
of life
a pendulum 
now silently 
swaying behind 
glass case
no longer 
ticking it
glides like 
a skater
on the 
last lake 
of life 

Did I back then 
set fire to everything 
watching it burn unbridled 
did my youthful arrogance 
lay waste time again 
only to rebuild because 
I had nothing better 
to do with life 
so many mulligans too
many resets and do-overs 
scratches tears and erosion 
that my life resembled 
the homework of some 
child unwilling to learn