clarity

 there is uncertainty: what to  say 
 even in the dignity of the world 
 preserved  in light,  the  lick  of 
                                        sunlight 
                                       on water
the words that open in  my mouth
                                 are blooming
                                     like flowers
their faces in the breeze, are being
blown back, syllables breaking off
this day is familiar as all days are
                                       a theology 
                                      of forever
I am my wound, I am my healing

                                         --living

                                      surviving

lifting into the day, learning to open 

looped as continuously as  the seas 
the curl of one wave, the shoulder
                                     of the next  

                                      unknown
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Pic: Burchard Wetlands with RS. My first time here.