Time finds a nook for respite,
so precious, these moments of
absolute ease. My soles stomp
against gravel, body steady
as it brushes opposite the
gusts I’ve grown accustomed
to flowing with. Now’s time for
a straight gaze as all I’ve ran
from dashes for my essence.
Beautiful work of art. I love the first line so much. It’s powerful. Time. Such a precious little gift