Color of outdoors blog

rough water

I broke the glass that shattered over our feet

and no amount of glue could put it back together.

Retreat,

refrain.

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.

M.