@drifting_words
PEAK
Patience is what it took to get this high / Every breath up here costs a little more
FAITH
Finding footing in the fog / Ascending past what reason sees
LEAF
Loosening from the branch on a cold October day / Every color it holds was always in it
SOUL
Soft and old and deeper than any name you’ve given it, the soul persists / Often what you feel in the quiet that follows the noise is the soul’s opinion
FAITH
Feeling your way forward when the visible path has disappeared takes trust / Acting on what you cannot prove yet is how the unprovable becomes real
FOND
Far across the years a warmth persists / Of someone who is gone but still close
CORAL
Created by the smallest of the living / Over a thousand years it builds a mountain
SKY
So many blues before the first star appears / Keeping the light long after the sun is gone
MOON
Moving the ocean without touching it / Over the frozen field it casts no warmth
WAVE
Winding up from somewhere past the horizon / And arriving here as if we were the reason
SONG
Stuck in the head since the morning commute / Only the tune not the title or the words
MIST
Moving in off the water before sunrise / It is both the thing and the hiding of it
BRAVE
Before the act, the fear comes first / Rising through it is the only path
DESK
Done for the day and still sitting here / Everything at an angle that only made sense today
LAMP
Lamp on and everything else made secondary / A habit now to reach for it at dusk
GLEE
Grinning wide at nothing in particular / Leaping through the ordinary day
VALE
Very still when the morning mist is in it / A sheltered fold the hills have made for quiet
HUMAN
How much we share beneath the differences we name / Under every stranger is a story close to your own
GRACE
Given even when it wasn't earned / Received without the understanding why
FIELD
Foxes crossing at the far end in the grey / In the late July heat the combine starts
TENDER
The softest corner of the heart / Every kindness offered without price
BREAD
Baking it because the day needed a task / Rising during the walk and ready on return
WAVE
Washing over everything we thought was final / And then retreating as if nothing happened
PINE
Particular smell of resin after rain / Its cones scattered on the needle floor
GENTLE
Going only where the invitation is / Each approach announced before it lands
VALE
Veins of mist filling the early morning hollow / Across the slope the horses graze in quiet
CHAIR
Comfortable in the way of long familiarity / Holds a throw blanket in every season
SKY
Streaked with the last of the day’s last light / Knowing it will darken but not minding yet
BLISS
Brightness that arrives without a name / Letting every burden find the floor
MOVED
More than thought, the feeling fills the body / Opening past the careful and composed
FOCUS
Find the one thing that deserves your full attention / Only presence cuts through all the noise around you
LOVE
Like sunlight through the thinnest curtain / Opening rooms inside you thought were locked
UNEASE
Underneath the laughter something stirs / Nothing quite lands where it used to be
TEA
The mug still warm when I came back to it / Every cup a minor interruption from everything else
PATH
Pavement still damp from the morning / A trail worn by the same shoes every day
ABOUT
All understanding starts with asking what a thing is really for / Being willing to reframe is how the stuck thing starts to move
CARE
Carried forward past the point of comfort / A love that does not ask what it will cost
MIST
Moving in off the water before sunrise / It is both the thing and the hiding of it
AKIN
All of us are closer to each other than our differences suggest / Kinship with the stranger is the harder and more honest recognition
FIELD
Following the contour of the ancient hill / Into the evening the rabbits come out
PRIDE
Passing through the test with something left / Recovering from what was meant to break you
ATTEND
Attention is the rarest and most significant gift one person gives / To be truly listened to is to feel that you exist more fully
HAPPY
Holding a warmth you didn't expect / All the small things start to shine
GALE
Going hard through the chimney all the night / And in the morning branches on the path
GRIEF
Going on means carrying them with you / Remembering is the only way to keep them
PEACE
Passed between two people, it multiplies / Everything that was too loud goes quiet
FIELD
Far from any wall it grows toward itself / Insects threading between the tall grass stems
TREE
Tall enough to hold the wind above / Roots reaching deeper than the drought
ORDER
Out of the chaos, pattern slowly shows its face / Real structure does not crush, it gives the wild a place to be
TRUE
There is a version of yourself that has never pretended to be otherwise / Reaching for that version is the whole of what growth is asking of you