Gentle current
Beneath the ice
Downstream rumbles
Break the crust
And I am freed
For the moment
Only a thin sliver of hope
Graces the sky
Soon enough
The stars
The constellations
The galaxies
As the grand parade
Of existence
Once again
Fills the cosmos
Not the destination
Every place I may want to go
Is a waypoint
On the way to another place
Neither the journey
What is to be gained
From moving
For the sake of movement
But once the wheels
Begin to roll
Changes begin
The promise manifests
What I see; How I think; Who I am
For I bear not the past
Carry only hope, and my staff
Tenacity
And in your eyes
I see you know
Feel the shadow
Across your soul
Confused you are
By your confusion
Where once you knew
Some clarity
As time and mind
Slip from you
So too do you
Slip from me
We navigated
The long night
To morning’s welcome
This new shore
Beckoning
The scents of sea
And conifers
Carried on the breeze
While I
Close my eyes
Breathe in
All of existence
Gathered in a moment
