Morning (Woodworth)

The sun shines through the dining hall windowpanes.
It brushes past the curtains,
bounces off the empty tables
and illuminates a strangers face.

The young man hears his bagel blessed.
He lifts up his head.
smiles at the friend he's with,
takes a bite, and continues a day.

In this moment,
anything is possible.

Growing up, not average

Once you learn to tie your shoes
and know there's someone watching when you choose
you've done all the growing up you need to do.

Yearning, Frowning, Brown-Grass Seeing

Mom says its because I'm this age.
I suppose I shall let myself believe her.

Clarity, at Volume Dial: 18

I wonder what that moon thinks of me,
sitting here singing, all off key.

Flying, credit-free

We sing as we drive down the highway;
We roll the windows down, to test spring, to see if it will come.
It doesn't, and we don't really mind.
Time is ours, this life, this music video.
We make no requests. We sing.