Navigating

The sands of time flow like the creek to the west of my house.
Rushing smoothly down a crooked path.
Their sounds crisp and clean
Disappearing before they can be seen.

Lost in the rapids of my mind
Searching for a paddle
To steady the stream.

Rains keep coming
The flood waters flow
Pouring out yesterday and past my today
Even faster through tomorrow.

Oh what I'd give
To float back upstream.

Barefoot and carefree
In the days of yesteryear.
Toes splashing in the trickle
Praying for the rush,
Hoping for speed.

I'd plant my feet along the shore
Let time pass no more.
Savor a golden hour
Of youthful shower.

Laughter and fears
Unfaltered by tears.

Rowing on an on
Bound for the promised land.
Sweet freedom.
Happy Independance.

Stupid Girl.
You travelled so fast.
Now you are lost.
Far from the path.

Turn your boat around.
Row with all your might.
Find yourself somewhere
Buried in the banks
Of this muddy muddy life.
©J. Stark