The sun is up, but not yet warm enough
to coax the dog out of her blanket. We wait,
you and I, for the moment to bloom like
a flower in a field or a thought in the brain.
Do not mistake the quiet for certainty,
I've learned that lesson in the dark, under
the cover of an indifferent sky, where
a single star can be enough to hold us
together-until it flickers and falls away.
We cannot trust a smile that is only half-formed
or a memory that feels like a ghost of the past,
wandering like a half-eaten apple on the counter.
There are days when nothing makes sense,
and yet we try to hold on with both hands,
even though the rope is fraying at the edges
and the sky itself seems reluctant to show up.
Wait for the whole picture to arrive,
with all its hues and textures,
its sharp corners and soft edges,
before deciding what it means to you.
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21 Poems Of Reflection
PoetryA compilation of reflective poems I wrote upon reading Miyamoto Musashi's book Dokkōdō (The Way of Walking Alone). The 21 principles in his book inspired me to write the poems you're about read here.
