siting in the sun on an old done for couch
soaking up a high veld, winters day
walking down the back ends of my mind
exploring memory lane, all those good times
flash backs, replays growing like a fisherman’s story
anthology! engraved deep within, who I am?
behind ever door there lies an interpretation
reserved for the now and then
shining a light on perception, can this be growth?
perfection, a b…. that’s not for me
no matter what comes down, I will always be me
my vision always, in the hopeful range on life’s scale
there are shadows cheating the light
challenges waiting on solutions, that’s the fun in all of this
