Sometimes
I know
Sometimes not
Which will touch
Which will not
Surprised, too
Often
By how they are read
By what is seen
By others
No matter
It is still the light
And the unexpected source
Offers additional insight
I open my heart and mind
To the abundance
Of possibility
She retreated because she had come
To feel the tumult of the ocean
To feel the battering of the wind
To feel the beauty of violence
Without consciousness
This is why she came here
And for a while
It was beautiful
And calming
The iciest cold
The rockiest coastline
The hottest desert
And when I say life
Of course I mean
Homo sapiens
Lavender sun
Cobalt clouds
Canary sky
I love
That I get to bring
Such visions to life
Though I flinch
In a fusillade
Of wind and rain
I stay on deck
Deep breath
A deep breath
In place and time
Crossing
From what was
To what will be
From the holding on
Returning
To the letting go
Three drift
Lazily
On unseen currents
And gestures of
Some subtle local breeze
Yet held fast
In approximate array
By anchor chains
Deployed to ocean floor
Ordered chaos
Flurry of growth
Fluid
Thick
Wherever opportunity
Permits
And often
Where it seems not
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