Becoming something…

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Drinking Success

It sometimes feels like a ocean
building up, as careful concern
increases pressure around the eyes.

Sweet silence. Open eyes find
paradise. The realization that
we have bathed in seas of expectation.

Overwhelmed input. Water pumps
out in gushes turning desert into
lush oasis. Curing everything.

Learning to write. Thinking selfishly was tough,
really actually difficult. The ink still
produces black gold. It takes time to write.

Leaves sound like rain, pouring rain.
This is when the wind brings
ideas and thoughts are speedy.

Growing towards nothing. Tripped,
manage this flood. Catch yourself,
desire the flood’s opportunities.

Opportunity

I think I’ve been bitten.
Is that too personal?

Towers have fallen.
Is that cliche?

We think of peace. The moment.
Should we actually search for it?

Then I realize that
I’m becoming something.

It’s days like these.
That you think you should, do something.

I do. You do.
Just like we do anything.

This foundation is different.
Am I over using the metaphor?

Then I realize that
I’m becoming something.

The refrain is stronger than ever.
It feels newer each time it plays through.

Forget about everything else for just a moment, just as
a child’s eyes watch two opposite magnets slip past each other.