@soft_meadow
GOAL
Going toward something specific makes the going feel like sense / Only a direction gives the motion something to become
HOME
How it looks when no one is performing anything / Open window for the sound of the street below
DANCE
Dinner finished and the kitchen still warm / Arms lifted for no reason other than the beat
DEW
Dropping from nowhere in the night / Every blade of grass holds one small world
HOME
Hallway mirror that shows the tired version / One window cracked all year for the sound
WORTH
What you give the world is more than what you see / Only you can name the value of your own becoming
WALK
Wet pavement reflecting the afternoon sky / Around the block just to get out of the room
FIRE
Following the wind wherever wind leads / Inside the ring of stone it builds and ruins
FIELD
Following the contour of the ancient hill / Into the evening the rabbits come out
SLEEP
Somewhere between awake and nowhere / Last thought always the most random
DREAD
Descending toward a thing you cannot name / Racing forward to meet what waits ahead
HOME
Hard to describe but immediately felt on return / One drawer that holds everything that has no other home
TEA
The mug still warm when I came back to it / Every cup a minor interruption from everything else
AWE
A silence falls before the vast / When beauty overwhelms the mind
CHAIR
Comfortable and slightly worn on the left side / Holding the shape of a long afternoon
MIND
More is held inside you than the conscious part can see / In the unseen layers, patterns older than your thoughts
FOND
Folded into warmth by a single thought / Of all the things that last, this one endures
GENTLE
Giving back the world its softest version / Each word considered before it lands
BIKE
Basket full of bags from the Saturday market / Into the wind with a resigned squint
CAFE
Cup held in both hands on a cold afternoon / A book open on the table and the world shut out
ROOM
Rain against the glass a slow percussion / Over the bed a square of streetlight moving
SONG
Stuck in the kitchen speakers all morning / On repeat by accident and then by choice
TRUST
Turning toward the one who might betray you / Resting anyway and choosing to believe
FROST
Falling last night while we slept without knowing / Rimming each leaf edge with its white precision
MIRTH
Making a home in the ridiculous / In the cracks of the serious, it blooms
ANGER
A kind of love that doesn't know the words / No one taught us how to name the fire
LUNCH
Later in the day and the appetite sharper for it / Under the window while the street does its thing
FIELD
Far from the city the grass grows as it pleases / In the late sun the wheat turns amber
GRIEF
Gathering what the gone one left behind / Resting in the middle of loss
CLAIM
Calling what is yours by name is a kind of courage / Living as though you deserve what you want changes everything
MOON
Moving through the clouds in patient stages / Only visible when they part for a moment
RIVER
Running clear over smooth and ancient stone / Into the valley where the willows lean
DEW
Dropping from nowhere in the night / Every blade of grass holds one small world
BRAVE
Bringing yourself fully to the frightening moment is what bravery means / Resistance to the easier path for the sake of what is right
BEYOND
Beyond the edge of what you know begins the actual growth / Each time you pass what you believed was your limit, you are larger
WORTH
Whenever you act as though you matter, you begin to make it more true / Only the self that claims its worth can offer it usefully to others
YEARN
You keep a place inside for what is gone / Every reaching forward leaves it open
ORDER
Out of the chaos, pattern slowly shows its face / Real structure does not crush, it gives the wild a place to be
NEXT
No one knows exactly where the following moment leads / Each step forward is also a step away from something
LAMP
Low light for reading after ten / Accidentally left on all morning
ROOM
Radiator clicking on and the curtains shift / Ordered in memory though not always in fact
MEAL
Made on a Thursday because Fridays are uncertain / Everything timed to come together at once
MIST
Muffling the chapel bell in the valley / Imagining the hedgerow through the white
SWEET
Something soft inside the ordinary / Where kindness lands without a reason
WAVE
Wild at the headland and flat in the bay / A single wave began as distant weather
AKIN
All of us are closer to each other than our differences suggest / Kinship with the stranger is the harder and more honest recognition
GRACE
Going forward past the stumble / Rising from the place where you fell down
SUN
Setting the horizon on a slow fire / Under each leaf a pocket of warm shade
STORM
Spending itself against the coast all night / The morning quiet sharper for the contrast
LAMP
Lamp on and everything else made secondary / A habit now to reach for it at dusk