Slowly waking
Against my will
For life’s demands
Cry out
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Slowly waking
Against my will
For life’s demands
Cry out
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Walking this roadside
Deep within my mind’s silence
As the sunlight fades


Fears rise in the dark
So many unknowns stare back
Fate can be quite cruel

Summer approaches
Spring time’s flowers are fading
The air is warmer
My problems felt big
A trip to the ICU
My problems feel small

Under this sunshine
Pondering fragility
And life’s strange graces
Such a strange week. Monday afternoon my son crashed his skateboard, ending up with a significant concussion and “mild” bleeding on the brain. Monday night & Tuesday were spent talking about many possible (and frightening) scenarios. Wednesday we’re talking about leaving and Thursday we made it home. Friday we joined some friends for dinner. Surreal, in the end.
Now, we only just started this journey. 45 minutes at dinner with friends exhausted him. He spent most this morning’s energy at our eye doctor’s simply getting glasses adjusted.
We’re home. His mind is mostly intact, and healing quickly. Doctors believe we’ll have 100% recovery. Looking at the possibilities, I feel deep gratitude. We escaped some brutal stuff. I’m grateful for that.
Crow conversation
Their frustration manifest
Discussing murder

My son is sleeping
As night has taken over
This long week ending

The morning rain fell
Pulling the petals downwards
Springtime memories