Written on 11/15/2024 at 4:40 PM
The grooves we get into
Shape who we are
The patterns we form
The cycles we continue
Changing them takes patience
Try and try again
You only give up when you die
So breathe in the salt air
And chase the moonrise
Stay for the sunset
Look in awe at the portrait
In the sky not minding
The cold air on your ankles
This wasn’t planned
It doesn’t matter
Only these times
Being present
Finding laughter
The beauty of changing
The grooves the tide
Is coming in now
It will be alright
Kelly Severseike 