Crow Tuesday: Catching a Glimpse

Multitasking and running on autopilot,

my mind gets caught between gears,

up a snowy incline, down a slick road,

bubble gum stuck to my soles.

Sometimes I lose track

of the years that just passed,

muted in life’s frantic pace,

moments that race by like speeding trains.

But when I take time to stay, to open my eyes in quiet,

I catch a glimpse of the palm trees, feel the fresh breeze

and experience the changing skies.

Crow Tuesday: Ushering in a Dream

I want to hear the symphony

for free,

to see the rock stars

glitter up close.

I want to look at your ticket

like I’m reading your palm,

predict who you’ll marry,

what future you’ll find.

I want to shine a flashlight

without disturbing others,

without stepping on toes,

without spilling a drink.

I want to be an usher

that tells everyone where to sit,

that knows the theatre

like a seaman

knows his ship.