The soles of your shoes are all worn down

Photo: madebackwards on Flickr

There is an urgency; a need for something to really feel like it’s ended, or begun-in these last few weeks.

I’ve spent time bouncing from place to place.

I've spent time trying to hold on to something I believe in.

It is now time to let some slack come between me and the boat I’ve been tied to.

Finding a new boat on a new shore.

Or an old boat on a new shore. Both.

Why do I keep thinking of shores, and waves?

I keep thinking of coming home to something.

Or something coming home to me.

My arms are open in front of me.