
the battle is done

the battle is done

fish to be caught

bottleneck

dancing across the water

oysters on the shore

what keeps you
from following your dreams
what holds you in place
when that little voice screams
in your head
and tells you to go
but instead
you stay where your are
feet glued to the ground
and slowly becoming inured
to the sound?
the anchors of life
that drag on your feet
and keep you from running
off down the street
the anchors
of
life

armor on the shore

silent sea, tell this to me
where are the children
that we used to be?…
– Dan Fogelberg

time and tide

tidal composition 8
“shadows grow long”