Wasting Time


Storm Dance

A storm is dancing through the street
Upon a thousand tiny feet
That strike lightly on the ground
Dissolve with quiet tapping sound

A storm is dancing, reckless, wild
Nature’s youngest, headstrong child
Living in true liberty
Escape the sky and join the sea

I am dancing through the street
Upon my own bare, tender feet
To free my passion, release my pain
And lose myself in wind and rain.

Spring Cleaning

Open up the blinds,
pull out those old, dusty hangers
no one uses anymore,
and begin to piece together
the broken life you took for granted.
Realize there is something better:
hardwood floors beneath the clutter,
happiness beyond the hurt,
love in a broken family.
Dig old secrets out of the corners
and out from underneath the bed;
throw away the ones that don’t matter.
Find the little treasures you had loved and forgotten
then place them on your highest shelf,
bright and sunny and safe from harm.
Wipe off those old, dusty hangers
hang your best memories on them
and smile.
Today is another day.