what is to be done

on this cool morning things are looking bright
the rain has washed the dust from out the air
a fresh wind has come through the night
the forecast for the next short time is fair
the drumbeat's changed we're picking up our feet
somewhere to go and many things to do
at times hope and achievement seem to meet
few clouds are scudding across the open blue
it isn't just that morning's joyous sun
has warmed our bones and sent us to our task
we know the cycles know just how they run
know how to go and know the things to ask
other effects we guess that time will show
right now we pause cheered by the warm glow

reading a map

the map tells us some things about the place
not always those we want to have in mind
the image always signifies the space

i look down on the paper and see a face
that cannot see me because it is blind
the map tells us some things about the place

the colours we see tell us to embrace
particularities differences in human kind
the image always signifies the space

our fingers touch it then go on to trace
the lines of rivers the bright coastal rind
the map tells us some things about the place

the blue of water lends a sort of grace
it gives completion to each rivers's wind
the image always signifies the space

on this site we imagine the swift race
to understand to conquer or to find
the map tells us some things about the place
the image always signifies the space

on the road

in the end it is the journey that should matter
the doing and the seeing not the goal
the things that hold together should not shatter
the things that are broken become whole
we're here to act not just to gaze on shows
to make our marks even if they be small
to fire our souls albeit we come to blows
to dance though we're not welcome at the ball
miracles happen only when we're not
expecting them they're contrary events
we've no real choice but use the tools we've got
collect the dollars and amass the cents
life is no joke but still we've got to laugh
at how we make ourselves too smart by half