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ROOM
Radiator clicking on and the curtains shift / Ordered in memory though not always in fact
BREAK
Breaking open is not the same thing as being destroyed / Returning to your shape after the shattering is not the same shape
CREEK
Cold and narrow between the mossy banks / Rounding the boulders in small white confusion
CLOCK
Changed in spring and the whole house shifts / Looking at it when the conversation pauses
WALK
Weather finally good and the coat unnecessary / Around the long way because of the light
PETAL
Pressed between the pages of the old book / Even now it holds the shape of what it was
LIGHT
Living in the glow of what is true about you costs nothing / In darkness you discover what of you still knows the way
PATH
Passing the same tree that leans toward the wall / A cat watching from the gatepost as always
ROAD
Running away from the city for a Sunday / Outside the window everything is green finally
GENTLE
Going slowly through the difficult / Every movement made with care
WIND
Wandering through the ancient pines / It carries seeds to faraway hills
SHINE
Somewhere in your quiet, something wants to glow / Hard times only prove how bright you really are
DAWN
Deep quiet before a single bird decides / A breath of cold from the open window
STORM
Sky turning the color of old iron / Thunder rolling across the open plain
DAWN
Dim and grey and not quite beginning / Alarm unneeded for the third morning running
LILY
Long stalks bending over the pond edge / In July the whole surface is white with them
FREE
Facing what has held you is the beginning of no longer being held / Releasing the past does not mean it did not matter, it means you do
VOICE
Volumes go unspoken in the people who stay silent / Only when you speak does what is real become real to others
ARISE
A new thing does not ask permission of the old to appear / Rising is not a sign that the falling did not happen or was not real
TRUTH
There is something steady underneath the shifting noise / Returning to it feels like water after thirst
FIRE
Following the wind wherever wind leads / Inside the ring of stone it builds and ruins
AFTER
A new beginning only starts on the far side of an ending / Following the hardest chapters often comes the clearest voice
DOOR
Day ends with the click of a lock / Opening to whatever the evening brings
PHOTO
Pulled out and looked at without warning / Holding a face you sometimes forget
TOWN
The same streets walked a thousand times / Old hardware store still on the corner
MIST
Muffling the sound of the early train / It comes in off the estuary by night
JOY
Just the moment, nothing borrowed / Ordinary lifted into extraordinary
SCENT
Sun on the sheets brought in from the line / Cedar in the drawer with the winter things
DUSK
Day leans down toward the western trees / Under the amber the shadows grow long
BUILD
Brick by brick, the self becomes what it practices / Under every finished thing are all the failed attempts
MIST
Making the familiar strange and soft / In the early hours it owns the valley
ANGER
All the heat has nowhere left to go / No one heard the warning given
ROOM
Radiator clicking on and the curtains shift / Ordered in memory though not always in fact
ROOM
Rearranged in the head but never in practice / Ordered enough to find what matters
REEF
Riding the surge between the open sea / Every formation built over long silence
FLAME
Finding your direction in the warmth of what you love / Looking for the source of what compels you leads to the core
CORAL
Colours built by creatures no one sees / Opening polyps in the warm night current
MOON
More than light it is a kind of company / Over the sleeping field it moves alone
BOND
Between two people who are seen completely, something rare forms / Only what has been tested in the fire becomes a lasting bond
EARTH
Everything you are is made of something very old / A root that reaches down is what allows the reaching up
PINE
Particular smell of resin after rain / Its cones scattered on the needle floor
QUIET
Questions settle when the noise retreats / Under every restless thought, a floor
ELATE
Each heartbeat says that all of this is real / Life becomes a brighter, faster thing
ABOUT
All understanding starts with asking what a thing is really for / Being willing to reframe is how the stuck thing starts to move
GALE
Going end to end across the estuary / And not one bird takes wing while it blows this hard
WALK
Wet shoes and worth it for the air / Around the back of the park where it’s quieter
GUILT
Going over what was said and wishing not / Under every laugh a quiet reckoning
SMILE
Small and given freely to a stranger / Making nothing of the distance between
WEEP
What the body keeps the tears release / Even stones, they say, have cried before
GROWTH
Give yourself the grace to be imperfect on the way / Real expansion hurts a little at the outer edges