The sun climbs with you
07/12 2020
There is tremendous weariness
In wobbly feet on wet stones
The blackness below
Goes darker as the depth grows.
A winter cycles in its width
An old man with a towel on his elbow
Hangs it on a renovated hook
On the wall of the nostalgic Italian place
While the beer might taste the same
As you walk the line
Between laughing & heartfelt goodbyes
And you accept the thoughts of
Things always change
Things always wobble between black & white
You can't help but look out toward the street
And see your reflection
In pools of rain
What might have been a dream
A long, long time ago
As always fades -
Clouds in the distance
With their enticing forms
Become more familiar
Than the extension of your soul
The water squeezed like a sponge
Over a tempest against tin roofs
Gradually fades into a steady trickle
Gradually fading into white noise.
A winding, climbing mountain road
Mist rolling in from the waterfalls below
From the coldness of early spring rain
The night before.
As the old jeep you're driving
The sun climbs with you
Its destination too unknown
It's comforting that it too comes and goes.
Sam Cooke sings of change on the crackling radio