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Deep at the Roots

When the light fades over the hills,
The world quiet and resting,
Among the creatures place you sit
At odds with what you are thinking.

Know that life is fast, life is slow,
Sit and rest in your wooden chair,
Breathe it all in to cycle out,
Trust your thoughts to that low lit air.

Let it take your troubles out there,
Sit easy for a time and then
Your thoughts will spread in that soft wind
To find you back in a time when

Dirt and cricket chirps had meaning,
When nothing mattered but the sun,
When crayfish waited for your small hands,
When you first had to trust someone.

That breeze will bring it back to you,
Remind you life is not that way,
Then as the early night time falls
Be thankful for the warmth that day,

And sweetness flows deep in the ground,
That pulsing life just under foot,
Just dirt and crickets singing loud,
Touch all of life deep at the roots.

Kyle McHale      2010

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Fog and Smoke

On a ship in a foggy harbor,
On water I don’t wish to bother,
I steer a certain path to take,
Unsure of this guided mistake.

I light a cigarette to burn,
With every puff I come to learn,
Just as much as the smoke that leaves
My lungs to join the fog with ease.

What things do fog and smoke discuss?
Issues of swirling smoky trust?
Or does the smoke just interfere
With foggy sounds I wish to hear?

I do not know what will happen,
Or who to refer to as captain.
He may be just my outer shell,
Or my cigarette, I just can’t tell.

He may be just my lonely mind,
Deeper thoughts of a lonely kind.
He may be in the smoky mist,
Floating fog with a spirit twist.

Who captains this ship I stand on?
What tune would be his captain’s song?
Being so lost I just might miss
My chance to learn and grow from this.

For deep within my pulsing core
I seek to search and learn much more.
I’ve been captain all along,
The fog and smoke are my song.

The ship is steered by my glowing heart,
My compass of life through the dark.
Be whole in an uncertain time,
This smoky journey is now mine.

Kyle McHale      2008

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