Sometimes
The sky is blue
Sometimes
It is raining outside.
A crew of matching oddballs parties
Sometimes
They sleep on the floor
Dirty or clean
It doesn’t really matter
As long as the music plays
And they know
That life is good
Sometimes
Life is hard
They see It in the grass
Green, growing, simple
They feel It in the air
Thick with smoke
Over a poker table where
through It all they laugh
And love
And live
They taste It in their food
Chicken and steak fresh off the barbeque
They hurl It up
When they’ve had too much of It
With complete strangers
And with themselves
Friends
Family
Lovers
Alive
And they all know
That It
Is supposed to happen.
Some of them see the darkness
Sometimes
Some of them see the light
Sometimes
Some of them see the things that no one else sees
Sometimes
There is only one
But not alone.
They love the ones that stay
They love the ones that go
They love the ones that are no more.
They live, and they let live.
They are alive and loving It.
They could be us.