This Cot

Cozier than it looks. A quarter of an hour reprieve as the sun pops in to say hello aides new beginnings.

This Wateringhole

‘Cause emerging from it changes how the soul makes way.

Some say your greatest offering is not always something you do; most often, it is the person you become. I wonder what he became.

For the avifauna of benagil.

Your life is a reflection of you. If you are not where you want to be, perhaps it’s not where you need to be.

Don’t know what makes it dreamier, the blanket of clouds or their reaction to their nymph-like movements.

Marking each squeal with delight on the descent, cause why walk down a hill when you can roll.

And the full surrender that wrapped up the summer of 24

As we merrily row downstream.

And its allegory we flout.