The omens mingle with the daylight. Casting shadows along the mind roads. Wandering in dreams held at arms length. Breathing the myths in long inhales in hopes for exchanging clues into the blood. Moral entropy is the dust the blots out the horizon. The wind tosses the long grass creating waves that ripple cross the open fields. The blue sky holds it’s position and waits.
At the cross roads the signs read, “There” and “Here”. The one on the ground says, “Now”. The heart thinks it knows the right choice. Muscle memory hears the whisper of broken songs. Clouds grow in the anticipation of mind storms. Precipitation gathers in the eyes.
Memories ghost the present moment obscuring the view. Twisting directions to fit tentative navigations. Shoe laces are undone. The sun leads and the day ends in reds.