@soft_meadow
YEARN
You open windows on the absent days / Each familiar corner holds a ghost
NEW
Not yet arrived, but on its way to meet you in the open / Every new beginning carries the residue of every ending
COAST
Coasting sometimes is a way of listening for what comes next / Only the paused traveler can hear the road tell where it leads
DIARY
Dated and dog-eared and slightly swollen / Ink that ran when the tea cup was too close
STORM
Spending itself against the coast all night / The morning quiet sharper for the contrast
BIKE
Brought out from the shed for the first warm day / Into the lane where the cars no longer go
TENDER
Touching carefully the fragile thing / Every gesture soft and slow
ROOT
Reaching deep before reaching high is the wisdom of trees / Only what is anchored well can afford to grow toward wind
PEAK
Persistent under every kind of sky / Even the clouds cannot completely claim it
SLOW
Slowing down reveals what speed was always covering over / Less urgency creates the space for what is true to show
REEF
Revealed at low tide as a different country / Each pool a universe in miniature
SHORE
Standing where the solid world lets go / Here you can see how far the sea continues
BIKE
Bell rung once just for the habit of it / Into the park where the path bends left
WORTH
What you carry inside you has a value no market ever named / Once you know your own worth, you stop selling it at a discount
PATH
Pebbles loose where the path turns right / A gate left open that was always shut before
GONE
Going is the nature of everything that ever truly was / Only what we loved enough can leave the kind of absence it does
OCEAN
Once a sailor and now this far from water / Currents moving in the same circles still
ADDS
Adding to the world rather than subtracting from it is a choice / Depth of a life grows with every genuine thing you contribute
PRIDE
Pressing upward from the ground / Rising tall in your own truth
BIKE
Bell on the left handlebar and never used properly / Into the crosswind with a resigned squint
CREEK
Chattering over the pebbled shallow bed / Running its small errand to the river
PEACE
Passed between two people, it multiplies / Everything that was too loud goes quiet
DIARY
December pages always more detailed somehow / Ink slightly different in the entries after the move
AGES
All the great turnings of the world were once just ordinary days / Going back far enough, you find the thread that still runs through you
FOG
Felt before seen the salt-cold air arrives / On the clifftop the lighthouse spins its light
NEED
Nothing necessary announces itself as optional / Every real need finds its way to the surface in the end
DEW
Done in the night before we were awake / Every grass blade weighted with a globe
CREEK
Cold and narrow between the mossy banks / Rounding the boulders in small white confusion
BLISS
Beyond the reaching and the wanting / Landing in a moment that is whole
CALM
Choosing the slow breath over the quick reaction is learned greatness / A center that holds under pressure is built long before the pressure
REEF
Revealed at low tide as a different country / Each pool a universe in miniature
STORM
Slow to come and faster going than expected / The morning after brighter than usual
SHORE
Standing where the solid world lets go / Here you can see how far the sea continues