25 august

there's nothing to hold onto when you let go when you breathe slow and inhale stars - the darkest nights with fires reflected from earth to sky - the reasons why we watch our steps and carry our words so gently the tents we build of trees and patterns - the science of somethings that truly matter, water and dreams and cycles between pages - this stage is both naked and apparent, with waves of wonder and worry crashing hurried courses of makebelieve failsafes falling away and out into the ether - either we win or we wish and neither is certain but sky twinkles darkly and woodsmoke rises as we turn away to grow