Odd Walking Thoughts

A child screams but no one does a thing besides scream back to grow up. Patience is a virtue unless you’re an adult who wishes it upon a child to be just, like, them,. eventually the child becomes a young person remembering having screamed with hurt. But this child won’t be the same. This child will be the one adult to not ignore the screaming. And the hills walk on without looking down, so they say.

-M. Taggart



odd walking thoughts – time

The brook rambled on. Pushing forward, begging the boy to continue. The boy wanted to adventure further. Though the sun had started to dip just below the tree line, he wasn’t afraid. He wondered if he had enough time. The boy listened to a voice whisper from above. ‘If we placed time into a bucket with water and soap, what do you believe might happen to the bubbles? Two options. The bubbles would become gone instantaneously because time would have run out. Or, the bubbles would last forever because time granted it so.’ The boy didn’t move. Heart pounding thinking of time. ‘What if I move now? What will happen?’  -M. Taggart copyright 2017

A Poem – Permission

Avoid eye contact-
Be somber-
Smile nicely when you wish-

Have a drink
Take a shot

Your music plays-
They climb a fence to see
A moment is

Your face is nothing-
Pressed to the floor-

The corner tastes so nice
We aren’t alone any longer-
They are back and speaking

Why let go-
we can’t forget to be-
Is to please

Please – we beg all
In every one of us and the more-
Don’t ever not be

If we give permission for you-
Than let me be-
To be given permission to us

To be exactly who we are today

copyright 2016 -M. Taggart