Like a fisherwoman of dreams
I have observed
These comings and goings

Like a lightened windowsill from the summer sun
I’ll sigh outside your window
But then when we are finished
I’ll welcome you outside your door

all too many people 
have the ability to peel off grown inspiration and hope
like a label on an almost empty ketchup bottle

For times of boredom call for change
Desperately, or gently
The possibilities are endless

Life is indeed the bottle full and emptied
For what else could we call this sharing
Except and emptying of love, ability, expression and knowledge

I only want for you to really see the mountaintops, like cherrytops
When you reach for the toppings that decorate your life

So be the sound of the birds of the morning that calls the cars to begin
©colleenranney