Listen: hushed wind in wispy reeds
Trace graceful wings on low horizon flight
Stretch long and slow to sunrise calling
Watch solitary fisher’s lazy navigation ripple
Read Waugh by headlamp under stars
Photograph leaves afloat on morning waves
Walk barefoot amid green velvet grasses
Lean back for best cloud views from this shade tree
Nod to Buddha admiring white lilies full blooming
Sip wine by candlelight in good company conversing
Return boat safe in harbour before light evening rain
Yes, alright, I’ll hope to be back soon this way again.
In that moment you have a choice
There’s always a choice.
Someone free said that once.
In that moment when you’re convinced
you’ve heard the crack of bone
your leaking heart losing faith
felt it, felt yourself
You know with certainty something has broken
What comes next?
Even if you don’t know yet if there’s anything there
worth groping for, worth saving—
Can you hear the music through the roar and rumble
Can you still hum some favourite tune
a few bars to hold onto
some sorrowful blues maybe
some cowboy gush of lonely bravado
some whimsical ditty
to carry you through?