{day one}

the poem

untitled

there is a place to go
to find solstice
among the turbulence
of the transient life

we ride the waves
and look for the calm waters
to only find at the other side
is another storm to ride

moving is like stepping
from an unknown rock
into the rough waters
of the clearest river

no matter how hard
the road may seem
that lies ahead
it is still a beautiful sight

*k 6.21.10