A spring starts
finally to unwind 
from the depths 
of my minds 
aquifer through cracks
of quiet clarity 
it reaches higher 
until at last 
it breaks ground 
and bubbling up 
it trickles down 
pooling in peace’s
very own pond
with a sigh
of cleansing relief 

I easily adapt 
morph and shift
like sand underfoot 
I also pack
down the wadding 
of my emotions 
into the barrel 
of my throat 
adjusting and modifying 
are useful tools 
when navigating life 
but also an
easy terrain where 
one gets lost 
the only antidote 
that I’ve learned 
is to live 
a present life

The attention 
of strangers 
means less
than if
you were 
standing outside 
and leaf
snowflake or
feather landed 
upon you 
you just 
happened to 
be at
the place 
and at
the moment