Month: November 2016

I think I hear it too
That music all around
Barely audible
Surfing the tide
Of my rolling awareness
It is there
Calling me to join
To see
To live
To draw a picture
To write a poem
To build

These emails can wait

-T. Weeks
(A response to “That Music Always Round Me”)

Missteps and apologies
Breadcrumbs on the path
Constants on a random walk
Mark where I’ve been

Seeing only the crumbs
Failure draws the air away
Zooming out I see the hills
The air rushes back in

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Quicksand Years”)