SHIFTING GEARS
between flights
of here and there
a hopping bird,
how far could I go
if I had wings?
a new plan—
the child in me
wants to believe
in fairy tales
and miracles
game on
with the squirrel
try and try again
the feeder is the challenge
squirrel—10, me–0
spring dances her way
across the stage with small steps
slow and hesitantt
pauses and waits for winter
to take his bow and leave
another plan
doomed to lose or hyped to win
intentions are high
too long to think of a week
I look to the next hour
Red Lights
