Progression
Apr 26, 2022
As a cold moon rises
over a maddening sea of thought
I find myself lost
in the rip and flow of its tide
memories thrashing
along the shore
bringing tears
reminding
sometimes taunting
then setting me free.
Estuaries form
creating marked paths
I might choose to follow
because I could never stay
where the echoing water
thunders and crashes
urging me forward
past the waterfall
into the peaceful sunshine
where momentarily
I stop to warm my feet
in the glistening sand
stepping forward to greet
that new land
where reality rises
within the glow
of a gentle summer’s night.