Drowsy sun peeks from
Under fluffy comforter
Chooses to rise up
Drowsy sun peeks from
Under fluffy comforter
Chooses to rise up
No matter the venue
Play always looks like play
In a place of otherness
I revel in the sameness
That is two girls taking selfies
On a sunny Sunday afternoon in the park
Accompanied by song and food, and laughter and play
Gentle lines
In weathered stone
A beauty marked
By time
Patinaed, etched
Distressed
By life and the elements
Beautiful all the more
We traverse the night
Guided by our inner light
Undistracted by the dark
Nor the turmoil of the flock in flight
It is impossible
To be objective
About an experience
I haven’t had
The ebb
Of tides and life
Reveals the glories concealed
By full flood
No matter the words you say
No matter the things you do
All paths lead to you
A golden destination
Partially concealed
In unfathomable
Possibility
Spirit cracks
Inner light
Pierces darkness
Reminds conscious
Extant spirit
On the cold days
I’m reminded
That most days
Life is a struggle
A struggle
To stay warm
And keep fed
To love
And be loved
A beautiful struggle