three loves. soft, sweet joy.

hold their hands, birds hold my heart.

feathers. golden dust.

My girls are my life

I am rewarded daily

Unconditional

On forest's leafed loam

I walk gloam-sunk roots unshod

for ground, path, purpose.

nothing is solid

I am salt water, fluid

tectonic plates shift

I am what I am

Who am I to begin with?

Quarter life crisis.

Adventure always

Climb the mountain and rejoice

Express your true voice

Loneliness at best

Always singing same old songs

When will I be free?

Living fictional.

Innovative to a fault.

Yearning for new adventure.

Under Deep water

Scared. By summers end tanned brown,

Drowning happily

Strength and endurance

I carry on through it all

My waves strike the shore.