The clouds
Racing the sky
The sea
Boils and churns
And I
Quiet my mind
Be still
Become the stone
The clouds
Racing the sky
The sea
Boils and churns
And I
Quiet my mind
Be still
Become the stone
Initiate
Expectant
With trepidation
But driven
By curiosity
And possibility
Scars
Pockmarks
Weathering
Textures of
Distress
Hardship
Healing
I wonder at the lives
Lived in the glow
Which to me
Seems just a dot
Reflected
Off a still sea
Reach for the sky
Stand proud
And straight
Find new intent
If naught for aught
But to be seen
Standing here
Survivor still
Where some may fail
Yet I remain
Brothers and sisters
Of the world
We bring its people together
They seem to be much
Grander
Than the times I’m living now
I create them like
A dream
All lofty and sublime
Believing there’s
A truth
To the beauty of the lie