this is not a yarn being spun

there is something in the fore

demanding attention

what is received

when it is received

life’s timing remains unwritten

expecting nothing

yet ready for anything

confidently silent

bending with harsh winds

harnessing all it can

holding grace with strength

tenacious and remarkable

are roots built from time

simply anchoring all that hangs above the water

all is well when you cannot look into the eyes

the space we hide from the light

often holds the key