Pulling from the archives, this photo was from a year ago.
Stretching out from the shore
Wanting less, not wanting more.
First goes the color and then the leaves
Each new ‘loss’ – the easier to breathe.
Then go the branches and the bark
The ‘day to day’ doesn’t seem as sharp.
Washed back and forth, the ebb, the tide –
It’s when we leave ‘here’ to where peace abides.