My new post on Conceited Crusade is out!
We’re all traveling somewhere,
but it’s not until you the let the current
move your soul, not just your feet, that you see the
way the water ripples, the way the sun spreads it’s light,
you see the space that you’ll fit
in the nook just up ahead,
under lavender, lost leaves.
And it’s a silly, foolish, thing,
to think the roiling waters wrong,
when you’re swallowed whole at night
and left breathless, ashore,