The sky
like a distant hope
The sea
is my rolling pain
The land
oh, it anchors soul
And I
hold the sky
Let the pain
roll away
Heel to land
find my soul
The sky
like a distant hope
The sea
is my rolling pain
The land
oh, it anchors soul
And I
hold the sky
Let the pain
roll away
Heel to land
find my soul
I find it
Almost always
A lesson as valuable
For the photographer
As for the pilgrim
I recall the sun
Hard
And hot
Burning through
The cold air coursing
I recall the sea
Singing
Its white noise crescendo
The roar
Of a planet alive
I recall this moment
Blissfully
Unattached
Firmly rooted to ground
In the grip of experience
I remind myself
Just take a step
I remember
Where every journey begins
I find my courage
In the many paths already taken
I’ve held the light
before
I’ve made my way
before
I’ve found the path
before
I will hold the light
again
Yes
I know something about you
Moon
But soon enough
The stars, and the Milky Way
So I want to thank you now
Moon
For the reminder to come
That I need not linger
In the dusk
This perfect is mine
Not the valley’s
Not the light’s
Not the clouds’
I remind myself
True happiness
Is found in finding
The perfect in everything
Refreshed by the cool breeze
Chilling the fire
Of the hot sun
Atop the curvilinear delights
Of hillocks dappled
With grasses and pines
Where even infinity seems so close
I could touch it
Right there
As the curve of the Earth
Rounds the line
Where ocean meets the sky