Branches

Arms spread like branches,
Under shadow of branches.
Cool grass on my back
While the sun heats the rest
of the world up.
The only part of summer
That doesn't suck.

Holding

I've put so many little things in life on hold
until I figure out how to do the rest like I'm told.
But doesn't everyone?
And does anyone?

Life is Where

Is life a great journey; is each day a stride?
Is life a great mystery, to be solved by keen eyes?
Is life some deep spectacle, experience uncontrolled?
Is life a beach, or someplace cold?
Life is just something that passes through water.

It moves.

Where is life lived? Is it all in our minds?
Or is life lived in our bodies' feelings and doings?
Is life in the spaces between us,
an ocean of people ebbing and flowing?

Life is where everything happens.
It's the place to be.
Everyone ends up here sooner or later.

Make yourself at home.