@ocean_rhythm
GOAL
Going toward something specific makes the going feel like sense / Only a direction gives the motion something to become
ROOM
Radiator ticking in the corner / One window facing the neighbor’s wall
WIND
Wandering through the ancient pines / It carries seeds to faraway hills
SONG
Something from years ago played by accident / On the radio while driving nowhere important
RAIN
Returning always to the ground it left / At first just a darkening of the stone
FROST
Forming in the night on every surface / Reaching over the grass with cold white fingers
PRIDE
Passing through the test with something left / Recovering from what was meant to break you
PEACE
Petals fall without a sound / Every breath a small release
LAUGH
Leaping past the careful and the guarded / A sound that cracks the quiet open
FEAR
Feeling at the threshold, looking in / Every shadow throws a longer shape
MOON
More than light it is a kind of company / Over the sleeping field it moves alone
DUSK
Day leans down toward the western trees / Under the amber the shadows grow long
SOUL
Soft and old and deeper than any name you’ve given it, the soul persists / Often what you feel in the quiet that follows the noise is the soul’s opinion
MOVED
More than thought, the feeling fills the body / Opening past the careful and composed
TOWN
There are faces here I cannot name but know / Only locals use that particular shortcut
VALE
Very early when the mist is in the hollow / All the sound is softened at this hour
OCEAN
Once a sailor and now this far from water / Currents moving in the same circles still
COLD
Coldness of the world outside does not have to be what you become / Out beyond the hard exterior is often something waiting to be warmed
GRIEF
Going on is a kind of love for them / Reaching for the phone before you remember
COMES
Coming toward you even now is what you have not yet imagined / Only what moves can arrive, and arrival changes everything
DAWN
Day pouring slow over the edge of hills / And before the sun the birdsong fills the dark
REEF
Resting just below the hull and waiting / Each current brings new life to the formation
MOON
Mirrored in the tide pool perfectly / Over the sleeping village it keeps its watch
BREAD
Bought warm from the market on Saturday / Rising overnight in the old tin
GRACE
Gentleness toward self is harder than toward anyone / Resting in imperfection is not giving up on good
EXIST
Everything that is here now was once not here at all / Existing is the quietest and most astonishing fact
PEACE
Pause long enough to hear what conflict drowns away / Even the still pond has a current moving under it
BOOK
Back at the same page after a week away / Open beside the coffee and staying open
CHEER
Come and find the one who almost gave up / Here is what belonging sounds like
TEARS
The body knows what words refuse / Every drop is something left unsaid
SAND
Scattered fine across the winter beach / All the footprints gone from yesterday