Temper
Your lungs a furnace
Forging exhales
Your eyes filter
Spectrums and waves
Into sensical shapes
Your hands mold and form
Words and clay
Your feet wear a path
Through intimate space
The world in turn
Transforms your familiar face
Time takes convictions
Wears them smooth
The wind softens certainty
Tide carries away
The self you construct today
What is left
The ever changing shore line
A conversation between
Know and unknown
That sets you free
For incremental
and
Eternal becoming
“The Wind Softens certainty,” I cannot even or odd with this it is so good. I love the known and the unknown aspect it is just so very true and real and lovely.