The poem written despite a hyper puppy's attempts to destroy my computer, creativity and any form of concentration

Late night with God

//

any time now
he could come
first breath

and I
waiting
try

to sleep
ohhhh creeps
ice cream

I lean
want to scream
and so
the dreams

are at bay

I turn to a craft
realizing how daft
a late night crafter can be

in between
parts
I look at the art
that is
twists and knots
once forgot
but at the banks found
pushing
shoving
nudging
till wedged
they lay

saying hey
to those
who pass their way

these things
laid on brick
now say hey
look at me today

and I
see
what our creator sees
for the first time in days

and my heart says

praise

praise that I see
praise that in this moment I can be
without fight
between heart and head
and instead

just believe...

Effervescent

Play

feet up

feet down

looking at the crown

of the world

hair dirt streaked

a whir

of green

brown

blue

nothing better to do

not a care

freedom 

not flighting

but here

as each tug of my muscles

thrust me

into an oblivion

of colors

and wind

and most of all 

higher

and with each new height reached

a level of breathing breeched

something now

that is all to often 

beached

by heat

by cold

by babies

by growing old

why can't we play

all the more

knowing what it is for

and how rare it is

oh that beautiful effervescent bliss.

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1. The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
   John 10:10