Perplexed By All Things In All Ways
Season me, give me years of
the ancients, let me be an eon.
The newness of day creeps
into view. We acknowledge it
with a yawn and a wipe of the eyes.
Bask not in the power of the sun.
Swim away from the moon.
Bide your time.
Grow. Put on your fiercest smile.
Show the world what it takes
to be killed and resurrected.
Be Jesus. Seek God.
Move a movement.
P l a y.
©2020 Tremaine L. Loadholt
The Time — Cool
Author’s Note: Late last night, I received a call from my cousin. Caison is in the hospital, diagnosed with pneumonia. They put the phone to his ear and told him that I was on it waiting to speak to him. I listened to his little excited gibberish until he had a terrible coughing spell and that was that for the night. I shed a few tears because I hate to see or hear him suffering in any way. I’ll be visiting him this evening at the hospital. If you’re the praying or positive vibes type of person, please send as many as you can up for my little Munchkin man. Peace.