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Out in the woods
I've been going for miles.
The highs and lows
this rollercoaster of life.

At the bottom, I sink low
so low I can't see the horizon anymore.
The body is scolding me
demanding relief, or else.
I run harder.

Or else what?
Will it shut down? Will I die?

I look down.
Feet are still moving.
Controlling the fall that is this journey.
My chest heaves in and out
Strong and steady
without my help.
I'm barely a contributor here.

Turns out
I'm not dead yet.
The climb up is just around the bend.
I've been at it long enough to know
this much is a constant in the algebra of hope.

And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.

Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.'

-Genesis 3.6
~

It would take a few millennia to fully start to catch, but perhaps she was the great designer, the one behind the blueprints of slashing and burning, perhaps she is the creator?

And chronic underestimation might be her greatest advantage of all.

Silenced by Blue

Sound of Gravity

Sharp Confection

Unclench the Cold

'We could die tomorrow' he says,
'nothing is guaranteed.'
I agree. Holdfast to this moment.
If it's right now,
then it's right.

We could die tomorrow.
But what if we don't?
What if we live for six more years,
and wake up one morning
and realize
not only did we stay put
we were hurled backwards.

Ruth

The Escorts

Steel Magnolia

VIII

III

VII

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