Silent, across the horizon
Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate,
Pastels. Water colors. Silver tipped reflections blend, swirl, and foam.
God writing poetry.
His voice thundering over the water.
Washing over my feet.
A solitary boat, silent across the horizon.
Deeper – where I’ve spent time trying to imagine.
My feet only ankle deep.
Poetry telling me that no matter how hard I try,
I can’t see the bottom
the valleys, caves, and mountains
beneath the surface.
No matter how hard I try.
How much I want to.
How much I want to see the future
and plan accordingly.
Poetry telling me that all I need is this -
a solitary boat, silent, across the horizon.
I love you,
Sunday: Ran 8 miles
Monday: Bike 2 hours 45 minutes