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.”