Alan R

On moving

Time takes my friends around

To wonderful lives, city to city

For me to belong all over the world

Trading journeys, for tranquility 

 

Reaching out to all the windows of light

For me to become the backyard creeper

Laughing as one with the sky for them

While my roots, keep getting deeper

 

A bittersweet battle, nobody can stop

I twist around, the little feelings sublime 

As the spaces trade my flowers with time

As the tendrils hold this quest for life.

 

-Al