Wednesday, April 25, 2018


there’s always pressure
determine direction

find a quiet place
perhaps a garden

perhaps a valley
with soft edges

where you can face decision
wait for answers

for questions without answers
squeezing the blood

ready yourself

with what will you brace?
where did this start?

all this weight
might be a treasure

there is only so much
time to spend

carrying our little regrets

eyes diseased
you must wait rightly

fix your gaze
wade into the river

face the current
whether it pulls or pushes

follow it home
or let it bear you away