The older I get
The more I fall into
My particular brand
Of insanities
Insecurities a plenty
Second guessing
Every move
Every action
Every everything
That happens to me
Around me
Unsure
On how the world
Truly operates
Questioning
If I know what’s going on
If I actually know
Or am I misreading
Not understanding
Everything
Around me
Letting clouded perceptions
Slowly lose grip
On what
Remains
Of my
Sanity
– James Dubeau
Made it out for a run
In the pre-dawn dark
Clad in gloves and tights
Reclaiming my warmth
Fogged breath escaped my lips
The sun rose around me
Illuminating the sky
With brilliant hues
While I kept running
Step
After
Step
Slowly increasing pace
Footfalls in time
With thumping music
In my ears
Faster
Faster
Faster
Running for life
Running to live
Bright beautiful day
For once
Is ahead
Of
Me
– James Dubeau
The clock
Is ticking
We only have
So much time
Sands falling
grain by grain
In a pile
In a mess
Ruining everything
That is touched
By human hands
Weathered hands
Dried
Cracked
Flesh falling off
As the sands
Continue to flow
To life’s end
– James Dubeau
Sitting at the coffee shop
Beside the windows
I wonder how long
Until my gaze
Across the bay
Isn’t paired with memories
Of a walk
Along the lake shore path
While figuring life out
On that summer day
Full of turmoil
Knowing what’s right
And knowing which path
My heart would be led
Watching the waves
While standing close
And the setting sun’s
Brilliant colors bared
Behind the cityscape
Blanketing us
– James Dubeau
Standing out
On the terrace roof
In little more
Than a sweater
On the day
After Christmas
Lake is thawing
Open water below me
No fishermen in sight
Upon the ice
Warmth is here
Around fifty degrees
How long
Will it stay
How long
Until freezing depression
Blankets the land
Again
– James Dubeau
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