There is a life in words, forming, releasing,
telling stories, opening thoughts, stirring trouble.
Like the many hats we wear, the doors
we choose or the paths we finally accept.
We are souls in transition. Trouble without bruises.
A harvest strong with thoughts.
We pause for the horse and rider and make way for
the jester and three legged cat.
Line up your words like soldiers standing firm.
Release the hounds to track the air you speak,
making it straight and right.