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Nov 2021
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A Secret



You may not believe it,

but I’ve had conversations with the wind

and every day I spend my time

(quite a bit of it)

coercing energy through me,

around me and to me



I’ve come to learn we are vessels

always being emptied and filled

and fate is the river, the ocean


the clouds overfull, 

that spill from the heavens 

and give us another drink

from love’s well of eternity



Some times, we’re out in the open sea

wonderfully welcome and perfectly free

with a million directions to choose from;

others, we’ll drift into an inlet


some people are born in a creek

that the sunlight finds it hard to reach

and their little pinch point never evaporates

so they might have trouble flying



We can guide the water’s flow a bit,

sail the ocean, converse with the wind,

we can build a dam and hold it in

but there’s no controlling energy



We can’t raise the sea into the sky

separate the water and salt

so nobody goes thirsty


We can’t stop the waves from flirting 
with the shore

Can’t stop the moon’s gravity

(clouds are a bit different, but that’s a secret)
Dan Hess
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Dan Hess  27/M/MO
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