i am...

i am the push and pull of the ocean tide
my waves crashing upon your shores,
scattering shells and sea glass for others to discover
smoothing stones as i give rise to my power
my soul washed clean as i pull back into myself

i am the shifting skyscape
bold and expansive
vibrant colors stretching upward
from the horizon in a cycle of dawn and dusk
at times churning and stormy
confident the sun will return to break through the clouds,
noticing the return of bird song
the renewed sense of life
vivid greens still wet with rain
peaceful
nourished

i am a giant redwood
sturdy and firm despite scars that disrupt my bark
i stretch my shallow roots outward,
intertwining with those around me
in order to stand strong
my rings hold secrets and stories
of each season of growth
i know to sway in the wind
the song of flexibility heard in
the creaking of branches and rustle of pines

i am a scrabble tile, waiting to be played
rearranged and repositioned until something becomes clear
i hold more meaning when connected to others
yet these moments come and go
giving rise to new opportunities and new creations

i am the conversation lingering
over warm cups of coffee
words swirling and mixing in the rising steam
ideas to ponder and push me
some thoughts composed but left unspoken
questions seeking answers

i am a fire burning within
my undying embers needing only a spark to reignite
fueled by the injustice i see in the world
and my desire to create a better place
unfiltered, flickering, i stand as a witness
my glow filling and replacing the darkness
my heart full, reaching its tipping point,
spills over
empties
and once again readies itself
to be refilled

i am the blank pages of my journal
open to possibility
traveling to distant lands
immersed in other worlds that are
one in the same
constantly rewriting myself
capturing experiences and adventures
in attempt to keep them close
always yearning for more
my story never ends...