Where the sun
touches water…
The sharp edge of light
slices through the illusion.
Caught between time,
between words,
I open to the vast space,
the deep well of longing
closes around me,
falling even as I fly.
I take wing and tumble
into myself.
Only silence bears witness
to the vast unknown stretching beyond.
This point,
this place of remembering
where I begin,
yet again.
First written on January 3, 2025 while in Rhode Island.
Posted on January 20, 2025 in California.