Slight Recognition

Over the last few weeks the word “action” has made its way into my idle thoughts on more than one occasion.  First, it was gentle, swaying in and out of my days, brushing against my brain with a slight tickle. It acted as a reminder to move, embrace, create anything! (I’d add follow-thru/finish, but that’s for another time.)  Now, the brush strokes aren’t so gentle and my day is filled attempting to focus on work. Action sits. Action watches. Action ever so often grabs my temples and presses so hard I have to declare its existence.

This is my acknowledgement.

Song Five

Endless Road

You are my belt of Orion

My eyes look North

Because of you.

You are the one

My eyes follow –

The stars shine for you

You don’t believe that –

But they do.

You can’t believe that –

Because you are you.

Song Three

Endless Road

I drank your cup of coffee

You’re gone, and I must stay.

I also ate your breakfast

Your wine I’ve put away.

Your books and clothes

Are in the dumpster.

Your dog has run away.

I’ve thrown out all your memories

You’re gone and I must stay.