I broke the glass that shattered over our feet
and no amount of glue could put it back together.
These strange tides they washed over me
and I moved with the currents like an untrained dancer.
I plotted my course many years ago
and it’s funny how life has a way of burning our maps.
I drew my name in the sand before I left town
and when the water came and stole it away I closed my eyes and cried…
Life wasn’t supposed to unfold this way.
But the wind has its patterns
and life happens quickly..
So I’ll fold my clothes
and take my chances
with Saltwater Joys
and wave goodbye to normal.
I don’t love you, but I always will.
Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.