Aloha

cradled by complacency,

wrapped in the warmth of the muddled blanket 

we call home.

shielded by the softened syncopation of living,

adulthood drifts farther, drifts further from today,

frantically fumbling forget-me-nots 

amidst the sheltered sameness 

that wraps itself onto our calves 

like wandering weeds wishing for refuge. 

monotony seeps its way into our lives

poisoning us slowly, without notice

wafting its way into the crisp autumn air,

willowing from the tattered shards of color,

billowing in the evening breeze.

the steady routine of living leaks liability,

leaks listlessness,

littering despair like bottle caps and blank receipts

reminders of the places we have been and the days we have had

that pass us by all too quickly,

yet are still remembered in mindless mementos

mumbling myriads of melancholy.

these moments that we cherish slink by softly,

inconspicuously consecrating the days we haven’t yet lived.

glazed graciously in good mornings and noontime naps,

nudged in nestles of naked dreams and new beginnings,

these hours become 

days become 

months become 

our lives.