Recovery Diary 05/15/19

Recovery Diary 05/15/19

I ran past the water yesterday struck by its perfection

like tissue paper dipped in melted glass

the blue was blinding

I ran locked on the magic rocking back and forth

singing without noise to the melody

of its place among the world

 

tissue paper comes in a box

wrapped up nice and formally gifted

the water endlessly offers itself to each pair of eyes

to each fish that calls it home

it is on display to strike us with wonder

blind us with perfection

to remind us that things go on

rocking as they should

no amount of wrapped up gifts will undo

the rhythm of this world

 

let it be

watch it be

learn to be or else

you miss the magic that is all around

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