Lands, oceans of light open
the night where I learn to swim
up the estuary in the dark
with eyes closed and leave
my layers of shirts onshore
so they won’t weigh me down
wearing only a secondary name
wasted all these years waiting
for someone to say it’s time,
I can come on in. The water’s fine.
First Meditation
June 1, 2025
Photo by Joshua Earle on Unsplash
June-July 2025


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