poem 14

[neptunecrystal]

stones in the dirt,
bark on the trees,
a distant dream.
my hands, my eyes,
the rolling clouds,
buried memories
confront the present.
I try again.
is anything effortless?
I relax into time,
like a slow bake,
like a soup, tended to
all day.
the sun serves life,
a gentle river flows,
the animals, they know,
the mountains, they breathe,
and here I sit:
thinking, writing, being, feeling,
amidst it all.
my hands, my eyes,
my tired brain.
distant dreams,
disappear and re-emerge,
effort and illusion,
certainty and confusion.