careful not to tread on anything needing rest

whether it
feels good
or
it doesn’t.

whether you
want it
or
you don’t.

when you wake up
you drink warm water.
you stretch the sleep
from your slowed body.
you empty yourself
of yesterday’s wastes.

it isn’t at all about
winning.
success.
attainment.

it isn’t about
what you want.

this close to the ocean,
the air takes on
a metallic shine.

eagles sit
impossibly
atop spindly tips
of trees.

the ocean flashes
in an everlasting
light.

a tiny bell-shaped flower is splendid in the pale light of early Spring

Published by Zak

poetry of place. words in service of the wordless.

Leave a comment