what do you see when staring into the black, is it a void or endless possibility; what do you find in its textures and contours, impediments or your way; do you remain lost in its totality, or is its anonymity how you find yourself
Tag: poetry
A Path
Losing Yourself
my feet are in the water, the waves move easy over my ankles, they feel the broken shells, pebbles, sand and larger rocks beneath the surface; my face stretches up to the warmth of the afternoon sun, I don't feel the early spring water's aching rattling my bones, nor the gentle breeze passing through my hair; I close my eyes to the blue expanse shimmering towards an endless horizon, I am lost in the peace of this moment