sea
Nov 29, 2020
my life is not a season
although people tell me it is true
they try to put me
in the winter of their fall
no
my life is a river
flowing through rocks
basked in sunshine
splashing over trees and debris
going nowhere
yet somewhere
it flows sometimes
quite lazy
unrehearsed
sometimes
a sense of urgency
a rapid beating pulse
but eventually
i smell the sea
it pours into me
salt and seaweed
an arrival
of where my soul
yearns to be
flowing and free
— patty
