today I know I have something to say
but I don’t know how to say it
(seems to be the story of my life)
raging words
and silence
but no more
I stand under the shower
and hot water pounds on my mind
and slowly beckons
the rhythm and meter and
then
the words
unexpectedly
never forced
utter grace
“It’s easier,”
I think,
“To live with your
hands
mind
and heart
open.”
dust clouds had gathered for days
I felt listless
searching for meaning
it takes strength to walk through the mundane
as if it did not exist
as if it doesn’t have a hold on me
as days go by and nothing seems new
(but all things are)
and so I choose to live inside this pattern of words and cadence
I live
and know
I don’t need a mountain view
a foreign landscape
a near-death experience
to do what I do
“It takes bravery,”
I think,
“to live with your eyes
this open.”
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Once again…beautifully expressed. I should be getting used to your talent by now, but it keeps surprising me. I know it’s not effortless on your part, but you make it seem that way in the end. May you continue to dance on that fulcrum of searching and waiting, seizing and letting go, acceptance and command. oxox