it was a day for a wedding
and so a day of sending
when we ventured to the beach
to see how far our arms might reach
will it be for us a day to see
a day to be in the winds of complacency
looking for the next right thing
or even the wrong hobbling sting
of worlds gone arye
of hopes led out to die
while the horizon invites flight
will we settle to fight
these winds that just might be ablaze
counting the breaths of hollow waves
who we ride home to the shore
in the pursuit of something more
or past the tides before they think to break
in the cold depths its now I ache
with a kind of knowing that is as true
as gravity with its rules so atuned
atuned to what holding form
and why a constant norm
do these worlds insist on you
a kind of truth that is bent toward the new
