November 15th
On the beach of the Skykomish,
I wade slowly in, skin inch
by skin inch. I hold still, I have learned
that in order to be a scientist
of my own life I must stand in one spot long
enough to let the world
fall into a rhythm
again.
On the beach of the Skykomish,
I wade slowly in, skin inch
by skin inch. I hold still, I have learned
that in order to be a scientist
of my own life I must stand in one spot long
enough to let the world
fall into a rhythm
again.