Pier 11

The morning's crisp calm
soothes my warm skin,
solidifying my swirling thoughts.
I'm not as cold as the winter air
that's brought in with strong winds.
My soul will always be touched by the sun,
no matter its position in the sky.
This, is what we all need.
The change of seasons,
forcing us to evolve.
Stark reality no different than
the plants that die back in winter
to catch their breath.
Waiting, however long,
for the coming of spring.
Dormant souls that have their roots
frozen in time.
They'll grow again,
when the earth's orbit deems it so.
The perfect union between nature and being.
Some fight off the change,
others embrace it with outstretched arms.
Our forward progress is sometimes stalled
by rain clouds and winter squalls,
but continue we must on our voyage through time.
Gather your thoughts and throw on a scarf
and journey, however far,
across the vastness of reality's
subtle, shocking swells.
Ride them to shore,
so you too can meld with the earth.

(written 11/10/03)

©2008 Sean Muzzy