The Road
there’s
a flat line
that runs down
the center
stitched in time
we see it
direct
in the light
that cuts the eye
when you first wake
in the world
before there are words
only a season
a wave on water
rippling out
we float away
helpless
and return unafraid
the boat of our body
circles the sea
testing the high wind
we take off
on a great exploration
to find our way
back to ourselves
our true selves
a lifetime of living
in a glimmering
there is a clearness
in the wake of loss
that no other season can say
what is unsaid
more than death
there is a dying
of what was
a baby does not stay a baby
a toddler does not stay a toddler
a kid does not stay a kid
a teenager does not stay a teenager
a young adult does not stay a young adult
a middle-age person does not stay a middle-age person
an older person does not stay an older person
a centenarian does not stay a centenarian
the form changes
constantly
to create an opening
a clearing
that allows the rain in
the beautiful rain
that forms in a cloud
and drops from the sky
to the soil below
where each seed struggles
on its way
to see the sun
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