on the sweet, subtle branches
of this moment.
A split second of fire, ice, indifference;
whichever lights the way as I wander
alone, under the deep blue sky
All this time,
I’ve shuffled the pathway
searching for absolute and unchanging
But life is the sunflower that grows beyond the windowsill,
sometimes swayed by the wind
of a new day.
Ever real and beautiful, be the days before me.
Ever and always, may I be content
with life as it is