A Yellow Gate Opens Five Times
A yellow gate opens five times,
leading us down a road.
Footsteps stepping across the stones of
a passing river, one that won’t be there long.
The second is a story making its way
down to a stone where people buy
games and tickets an rides that they
can’t find anywhere but here.
Almost as though they were all
traveling the same path going to the
same place, wondering about all the things they
saw along the way.
Until they come to a bar where no one
else is around and Stop!
We all look around to make sure we’re not alone,
and that the other people are still around us.
For to travel a road alone is a scary thing
and to see a shadow even if it’s a tree
sends shivers down the spine until we fall
asleep, or wake up.
Because we love them, we don’t always see
what is in front of us or know what we
see isn’t how it is but that’s okay too
because these people need us the way we are.
So maybe they can go away later and come
back someday to help us see things the
way we need to see them. In the meantime
it’s just yelling and passing the time.
And there was a song that my mother used to
sing to me when I was young that is still
playing somewhere in the back of my mind.
Maybe it’s one of those doors back in the beginning.
And there’s a lot of different songs you hear in life,
all of them telling you can do this, you can do that,
all the while not being what you think and that
makes you think later its the devil acting up inside you.
But it’s not and whatever happens in life you
always go back to the places that you once knew, that are
the way they used to be, all until you’ve gotten
everything out of them that you need.
The mean guys and the bad guys
make it seem like it won’t ever end,
or ever have anything to do with
anything but what we owe one another.
Little do they know there’s more to it
and more than them that know that
one thing is as another in the long journey
that only has one thing at the end.
And waiting and working do get to be a
tiring to one’s soul, and it dies more times than
you can count but that’s okay because that’s
what it is there for.
Time passes like a walking stick
where one of us asks the other for it and
gives it away without a thought, somewhere
a magician is yelling where all his wands went.
Other times you stop at a waterfall and
your mouth drops open in appreciation or
awe you can’t make up your mind because the
other understands that is what it’s there for.
One man sees a man eating and asks
for a bite, he says okay and gives the rest away.
Some people yell and some people wonder
but we all known this is what we do.
Our family we grow up with and play
games with, then we grow up and play
games we shouldn’t with, until we find that
too’s a game and it’s just to keep an
Eye on something we don’t want to let go of
quite yet, which is okay because in this
place we don’t have to. We can just do
what we need to do and it all works out.
At times we seem bigger than anything,
other times we see it isn’t big it’s just us going away,
so we can come back again with something in some
way just a little bit different.
Accidents do happen though, and it only takes
the smallest of things to send us off and running
to the ends of the earth hoping we can fix it
When we may not have to, but we do it anyway.
And it isn’t until you sit down and
write it all out that you think maybe that friend
back in school wasn’t crazy or wrong when he would
look at you and smile and tell you it was all his doing.
And you smile back and you cry and you laugh
and it’s okay because it understands that too.
History rewrites itself around you until it doesn’t
need to and everything is either you or that other
if she trained you well. Sometimes things have to
be out-of-sight for awhile.
Just remember that the things in your head
stay there, but can affect what you do to things around you,
and it’s not a question of science or magic or
philosophy or arguing or being sick or healthy.
It’s just dieing, something we all do and got
to do. But a boy and his dog can seem like
a bubble to a distant constellation, in a world that’s
moving faster than a strong man lifts a brick
And the gears inside us make sure we aren’t
ever in a place that we don’t need to be in
for a period of time that is going to
Asleep we find out much about ourselves
we could never awake. Things change at a
more appropriate rate and everything we thinks
going on we see isn’t.
Time goes slow and fast, over
and over again just enough to
remind us that we aren’t in charge and have
No Idea what’s going on.
Except that it’s for the better. And
what seems hard and impossible at some times
seems easy at others, so maybe we
shouldn’t try so hard.
And somewhere there’s a kid hollering
at his mom about his lost dog that
maybe his sister took out and never
brought back. So he hollers and yells.
We all meet each other at different points
of our lives and the one we love may
in fact not be just one, but all
Do everything a spot of good.
But that doesn’t make sense, and that’s okay
too because when I’m thinking about something
you’ve already gone off to feed us
which is what you’re supposed to do and
you do it wonderfully.
So who knows where I’ll be or who I’ll
be when you get this, the only thing
a person has to know is that love inside
us is only about us, no matter anything.
It’s not where you’re at or where it is but where you lay it.