wandering
almost every night these days
I peer into what will be
there’s a grace in not wanting
not asking or deciding
just waking up
without choosing a path
but that’s not for tomorrow
we’re still weaving the rope
that leads back home
Tag: Kenepuru Sound
slippery slope
slippery slope
the slightest bit of justification
and the ground shifts
tilts toward what I want
until it comes rolling my way
and I’m trapped under its weight
listless legs kicking in that void
under a tent of stars
waiting for the lights to go out
