Trying On Life

You never know when gifts arrive,

Trying On Life 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Holster ready, all you did was

ask. If put another way, I

might’ve just let it pass. Your 

key question unlocks response.  

Not taken lightly words rush to 

life relating to everything at once. 

Did grandmother tell you what was

said? Eyes blossom full of sky. 

Did we know then what we know

now? Birds sing the story of our

lives, rendezvous on approach

play your part to alert me to mine. 

Our moment bubble burst into 

existence, crochet time yarns and

salutes, saddled grins remind us this

whole world is a changing place. 

Nodding Praise Our Annual Phase

It’s that time of the season

Nodding Praise Our Annual Phase

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Variable, that patch across the way, 

by and large the same day to day, 

ever sly trends reflect the mood of a

given day. Coaxing light helps heaps 

grow, come winter fresh snow, puddles 

tell of weeks long rain, the birds sing

their song round the edge so, you’d 

wonder if the world hadn’t left us alone, 

a note on the table, I’ll be back in a couple 

of weeks. A call dropped? No I’m still here, 

just let this moment be. The birds sang again

today, and the world let this moment be. 

All things looking of You

All things looking of You

By Tyler Mobley 

  

Ripples trail a seaward vessel

spreading curves, a rhythm we

rolled once or twice. 

Dewy garden mornings find web woven 

portraits by Picasso legged spiders, 

“a fly for the effort.” 

Birds gather in honor,

Roman starlings perform under twilight,

fluttering human forms sing songs

of dedication, they knew 

you always listened. 

A name glimpsed in bubble

breathes held on a tub floor,

before bursting nevermore. 

A lasting adieu with

all things looking of you.