Arousal

A breeze beckons through the song of the blue bird,

Slowly it falls.

The thunder of humanity hums, seeps into the abyss,

That was once dark before, again.

A stream of unconsciousness evolves,

Light crawls down.

From top to bottom the sun graduates

As the giant awakens.

Rest to restlessness, Hebrews into Genesis.

The tall timbers relish in the digressing light

As the sun comes up

It also is falling.

Teenage Storm

Falling,

so

desperate.

Spiraling,

Anticipation,

Never finding a place.

Changing,

Traveling

through time.

Only to see

What is

me.

Steve Davidson states:

I was born in Seattle, WA and raised in Rural Alaska.

I currently am a 8th grade Social Studies Teacher in Naches, Washington as well as a High School soccer coach.

Poetry is somewhere I can express the daily sightings