Where the attention to love
and break
comes from, I do not know—
so I took a few months off
to lose myself
and the tide came all the same.

I was told attention without
feeling is simply a report—
my wide eyes and open palms
give reports each day to
the world, my life.

I wish to stay near the water.
I risk tidal waves, disaster—
I risk inspiration.

I am the tides pulling the water—
great loves and quiet epiphanies.

This experience is mine
yet it could have been yours.

—a life is much richer with spirit

a.k.