#poetry #mindfulness Forward Motion

While standing still

You are happy,

To move through days like

Mates, a partnership

That moves forward without

Care or condition.

There is no end to the silence

Of each day falling forward.

Another smooth double shot

On the rocks. Another

Smokey shadow moves

Before us, hiding all truth

Like a veil clouding

The vision.

Any attempt to create a

Pathway through the

Fog ends in smoke

And mirrors,

A breakdown of

Words and phrases

Lost in translation.

Best to stand still

And watch the world

Move by, mesmerized

Yet fearful of their

Forward motion.