Finally this Fire

I built a fire of gusto
shaved my legs
and told myself I’d wait.

I climbed a tulip
named my breath Beauty,
and claimed I knew my fate.

By the start of the hour,
I’d shown eager my power
and built my garden of roses.

I dug deep into dirt,
placed Beauty inside
and waited for morning to come.

I stood on branches of wind
grew warmth with the heat,
and saw I had
forever won.

For when morning came
I had fate by the hand,
skin as smooth as your land,
and breath that breathed

finally,
a fire of love.

A Present Struggle for the Future

I’ve been away from home for five days; stopping in only to grab a change of clothes and a cup of yogurt.
Life is spinning and seems a bit far away when I think about it.
And when I don’t, I’m really in it. I’m really living it. Deep into the eyes of others and the words that float from there lips and it enhances everything around me.Everything that I do not think of.

I am immersed and focused and hazed out all at once.
I am happy. But I know my happy is a forward root. I am happy because of my present surroundings and what I want to do with it in the future.

I have great plans for the future with my present, but I am not implementing choices with the present that make that future.
And that is my biggest struggle in this present.