today

today 
was spent falling on my butt
in the snow
my feet strapped onto a hard plastic board
hair in my face
wind in my soul 
and the biggest grin
thats spread across my chapped lips in a while 
yesterday 
was full of words 
spinning around my head
going in one ear
and coming out my mouth as a butterfly 
lines of text winding their way through my brain 
a river of thought 
and too much punctuation 
tomorrow
who knows
i might learn to fly 
or just stay in bed 
and let the world pass me by 
i dont know yet 
im not sure
but this weekend. . . 
im gonna make it a good one.