In repose
I reflect
On the day that has been
On the day to come
Until
Like the birds
I respect the silence
Let my mind go still
A moment like this one
When I first awakened
To my connection
To everything
No fixed destination
No long-term goal
No yellow brick road
The will to live
Or the will to not die
Courage or fear
(I’m unsure which)
Drives them to the beach
Lungs filling with salt water
Muscles spent
Energy exhausted
I dance along the roly poly
Climb and dive and swerve and wiggle
Ocean by my side
Land rising and falling beneath my tires
I am reminded
Of the day’s catches and false-starts
The day which would have never left my bed
But for a promise to a friend
Captured by their beauty
Mindful of their warning
Poet’s words
For simple colours
Writ large
On an epic landscape
I hear the roil of white noise
Waves crashing through the broken rock
Source obscured and muffled by darkened boughs
Clinging thickly to rising land
Pix to Words 