these transitions in life
have a way of slamming in.
they carry weighted experience.
they alter time.
these shifts, the waving goodbyes,
the new normals.

gold,
the only material worthy,
the only metal capable of keeping
the mold off, keep the heart pumping fresh.
opening and closing for the workout.

trust, these movements of such,
these takes and thrusts.
the massive shift of the ocean, as the tide
releases its hug upon this shore.

She heaves, and shifts the sea.

these pure moments,
they carry all of the energy that is needed
to make it the next round.
ejected from new moments in space.
ones yet to be seen.

its these,
these brilliant moments.
I tend to rest patiently in between,
as the energy is building.....