Ebbing and flowing.
All places I’ve been before and will be again.
Beautiful and bright as summer sun.
Dark and ugly as pain.
In between, wondering.
I listen for clues.
Everywhere.
Take me where I want to be.
Pure love resides there.
Tiny before exploding into greatness.
No air.
Then I remember.
I’m already there.
Here.
Ebbing and flowing.
Colleen Sohn
