Friday, September 27, 2024

slightly stupid waves

When rough waters grow choppy,
float like a cork
until you find shore.
A beach or riverbank—
it’s all the same,
a shift in perspective
that begins with you.

At 37, I'm either young
or old, depending
on how long I live.
That doesn't really matter.

What matters is that
I’m here,
alive at 37
today.


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