A roadtrip is best
Without clear destination
Without a timeline
I take a deep breath
Refuse to let this moment pass
Without the appreciation
Every moment deserves
Who I am
What I was always
Meant to be
Seeing the land in this way
I recognize the depth
Of my own trauma
Like the waves
Slowly undermining
A steep rocky shore
I live on a smooth
Round globe
Of rock and water
With just a thin veneer of gas
But I shrug
And think to myself
Life itself
Is a surprise
Which always surprises me
But I recline
Beneath a golden sky
Above a glittering sea
And therein lies
The greatest wealth
I’ll ever need
Over this world
Of heat and sorrow
Which takes so much
Then leaves so little
