Drift

"Drift"


we are tourists in a strange world

our hearts beat and fade out alone

when we are claimed by the unknown darkness

but till then we share our moments

each of us taking mental pictures of smiles

while allowing tomorrow to whisk away yesterday’s failures

we pursuit the world beyond our grasp

filling our palms with the touch of strangers

and our lips with taste of honey and love

we drift together and apart

ignoring the cold fear of our final day

as we should

for the beauty of butterflies easily outweighs our ignorance

we are tourists in strange world

wanting for forever

not knowing what we ask for

we enjoy the surprise of knowledge

and savor the discovery of love

while always looking toward what is next

we push forward

wanting the stars

and one day we just may actually have them

Robert Lloyd

Caterpillar

Caterpillar

Fluttering snowflakes force my cocoon of sweaters and layers of baggy cloth.  My holiday gluttony hides well beneath last year’s discount rack of thread.  I ponder the pursuit of spring with all things skinny and new and realize, it is time to shed some of my comfort.  If I ever wish to be the bronzed fashion mannequin I once was I must be willing to lose my skin.  So in pursuit of my Paris runway tomorrow I must now peel away the thick canvass of warm wool and couch and trade it, for tight dry fit cotton and exercise sweat.  Spring is coming and I am ready to be the Monarch, the butterfly. I am ready to dawn the robes of this years trendy money drain.