There’s a way out
in lying back,
feeling the cold
river splash
on my bare shoulders,
bathing in
the warm radiation
of a wide-open sky,
taking a deep
breath, and not
giving a good
goddamn
where the water
takes me, sweet
wu wei,
I’ll make it work
on any shore.
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Beautiful, Sean.
great poem
the way out
is the way in
Love this concise and descriptive poem!
A short, but vivid, poem packed with optimism — a prosodic antibiotic. Good job, Sean.