took to the sea
after a wandering tour
took to the wetlands
when the small hand hit 4
or was it 5 or was it six
watched the sunset
jotted down lists
new beginnings
merge into
old endings
goodbyes
shapeshift into hellos
at a new table now
with old ladies and old fellows
singing songs of devotion
shit, life
it's forever in motion
and it's beautiful
and fragmented
and lonesome
i'm relearning the art
of solitude
rediscovering truth
through servitude
and sure, things happen
sure - things change
that's okay
-you're exactly where you're supposed to be-
