Days are shorteningthe air is still thickwith summer heatI try my best to remainafloatmy mind wanders awayI patiently wait for itsinevitable returnmy eventual returnto the presentwhat a gift it isto see the moonconsistently changingas do we, always evolving always growing intonew and strange versionsof who we are becoming.
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Milky Way
Late night, the sky comes to life.Shooting stars subtly shoot acrossthe universe, blink and you’d miss it.I find comfort in looking around andseeing how small my problems are.How the universe is much bigger thananything I can possibly comprehend.Watching the stars mirror the water below,I let go of what I can control.
Limbo
Late summer hangs in limbo,cold air floats in on the water.The sun reminds me what will soonexist only in my memories. So I soak upevery walk I can get while remindingmyself to remain present, it’s a beautifullife, the heaviness is only as much asI choose to carry it.
Transition
Mornings whenthe sun shines redamong the hazefrom fires northof the borderI sit at my deskstare at the oceanfeeling the transitionas summer slips awayinto the memoriesI will only half-remember… I see the temperaturedropped to degreesI haven’t seensince spring.
Overcomplicating Simple Matters
Somewhere along the wayI got lost in the wavesand wandered into the hazeof my own making byovercomplicating simple matters.Upon reflection, I am reevaluatingmy own words and choosing tobelieve in what I want to saywithout worry of anyone elsehaving anything to addto my own stance.It’s mine,that is what’s important.Write, I still have timeto continue to spreadmyContinue reading “Overcomplicating Simple Matters”
32
I am now the ageof my favorite numberin elementary school.8x416x248-16128÷428+4When I got 32as the answeron a timed math sheetmy body would relax.My brain didn’thave to do the math -it just knew the answer.
daily practice
look uplook outtouch grasssmell airsee waveslaugh hardstay latestart earlybreathe deepwear socksgo barefootfeel warmthknow yourselfaccept yourselfbe weirdfeel emotionsfree yourselffrom thecage youfind yourselfin thedaily practiceof reality
Sturgeon Moon
Two evenings beforethe sturgeon moonI saw this sightthat left me in awe.I headed towardsthe ocean in search ofmaybe seeing a mirrorto make sense of whatI was feeling.Joy floating through my veins –catching up witha dear friend,slowing down aftera busy few months,the significance ofnew possibilities thatcould await meif I so choose.
Eight Snapshots of Change and Uncertainty
IThe trees have dark red, orange, and yellow leaves that cause me to say “awe” as I drive home. My favorite time of year. The crisp in the air makes the hair on my arms to stick up underneath my worn, pink sweater. The sight of these beautiful leaves allow me to ignore the uncertaintyContinue reading “Eight Snapshots of Change and Uncertainty”
Morning Moon
The early summer hoursbring back childhood patterns.Following the morning moon acrossthe sky as I travel from road toroad, I smile and count the craters.In my contentment, I embrace thisstate of peace fully. Right now,it’s just me, my thoughts, my music,and the moon. Real life doesn’t existoutside this existence, not right nowanyway.
Kelly Severseike 