04.23.2020

by storm

beads

 

there’s hidden stars

of bright days,

as the tide of arctic

 

water you no longer

see, still

their lasting

 

impermanence 

softening your heart;

make it just calm enough

 

just enough beads for a trail

to follow their being 

as your path

low, then 

 rising like larks

 recurring in springs