Brake Time

Chasing of dreams through time shaken seasons Forming and shaping of whispery wills Weaving and wending through common place living Crutches and handholds like miracle pills Places to go to when breathers are needed Hammocks of cool shaded quiet away Beside hot rutted roadways of unending hills Questions and answers and working all day A cold glass of poetry sipped on the way Held in a callused and tremoring hand Still ready and willing to play