Heated Thursday, with appropriate amounts of strain and pressure.
How do we live well if there is no path worth learning?
It is more than resistance; it is the ease with which to fall back
And languish in the lax of 'nothing' that entices too many into inactivity.
Days pass, I look out the window, and see the sky, thankful for its consistency.
It is my job to do the changing, to recognize the beauty and MOVE towards 'worth'.
That future windowsill, I imagined her again this morning,
And how intuitively great it already feels to know that in the future, she will be mine.
Mine to arrange and dust when needed, and to look out of, into that vast Southwest Glory
To see future skies from her glazed gaze, and smile in gratitude
At the whim of a dream and the action taken- to grasp and control enough
To make what I wanted - mine.
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