our fragility
is ever present,
never so far,
it follows us:
an unseen shadow
we cannot shake
no matter our power;
acceptance
gives us the strength
to keep moving
forward
Being
Evening Walk
the mix of pebbles
dirt and sand
crunches beneath my feet,
from somewhere beyond
the thin, aged pines
a gull cries
as it soars
out over the bay,
the air
of evening’s gloaming
is calm and cool
upon my skin
the scent of dewey green
consumes me
and I am transported
to the coastal summer days
of my youth;
this walk
down the lane
of memory
is perfect