A Place to Sit

A Place to Sit

A place to sit,
in this corridor of time.
A pause in this ticking hour,
A break in this endless line.
A place to sit
Would be good
Maybe we could
Look at the view.
That would be nice,
Doing it with you.
In fact, I think I’ll stop here
and rest for a while.
Come with me,
so we can enjoy our
Place to Sit.

My Collection

In my jar I store my finest things

It’s filled to the brim with only room for one more

I wonder what time has in store for me.

I cram in moments and seal them up tight,

Arrange them neatly, in order just right

My collection of moments is only mine,

like a clock, tickmarks of my lifetime.

There’s a shooting star,

A golden sunrise and set.

My favorite song on an old casette.

The smell of fall leaves and sunshine,

my fifth grade teachers

and my first friendship.

The time we went on a summer trip.

Jumping in the pool with clothes,

and finishing my favorite book.

Walking on the brick wall

bouncing on my trampoline.

Hearing my shrill scream.

Dancing in the pouring rain

 and running from a large Dane.

Swinging under the apple tree

in summer’s great heat.

Feeling wet, smooth sand under my feet

and scoring for the team.

All this is in my jar, and it’s been working out great so far.

I hope that my memories don’t crack or fray,

because the magic in these moments is impossible to pay.