BACK IN TIME - Trilogy
Returning Vibs
Nothing left
to give us hope?
Wired and limp
hearts zapped
streets flat
pathways piled with trash.
Jungle juice
electric drips
leaking from our cell phones
telling us time is not a clock.
Directionless we continue to tread
days and nights sleepless
eyes void of which way to go
ears unable to hear
mind unable to appreciate.
But suddenly
a voice
victory verse
humming a hint of reality...
Could there still be
a yesterday
returning
as the quiet sings
a never ending song?
Too Many Hills?
Breathless
climbing hill after hill...
Trees and sassy grass
without a path
pulling forward...
The words of a Father
coming back in your head
as if he still walks beside you.
A deep dwelling
ache in your chest
tightening your fists.
"Give me strength,"
you say with a conviction
of long ago when you were a kid.
You reach the top of the last hill,
gazing down into a valley
where you were born...
An old house
obvious to the end of the world,
with a strong roof
gleaming with the warmth of the sun.
The Return
Whispers as you open the door.
Everything still standing,
just a little dusty.
Windows unbroken...
Wooden floor stolid
as all the wooden furniture.
In the bedroom
the bed made and waiting...
No dust...
No questions.
No fear.
Stephen Jarrell Williams has over two thousand poems published here and there and within the forgotten yesterdays. He can be found on X Twitter @papapoet.
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