touching lakes

i have

very

very shaky hands sometimes.

and a very shaky

relationship

with some lakes.

there’s a

little part

of my heart that always

whispers and

promises

and prays

‘mea culpa maxima’,

but the grass forgives

me anyway.

i’ll always wonder

and wander

and think about how much

i am thought about.

i’ll always try

to be true to myself

and hold my own

hand

and

be a big girl.

i’ll be proud of myself ,

pace myself

pace myself!!

(breath and balance

remember?)

time doesn’t have

to run so quickly

so quickly.

take a minute!

take one get one free!

they’re not

yours to keep.

they’re not yours.

let Time go

let it evaporate

let it curl away like the hair behind my ponytail.

thank the promises

and allow the mistakes;

let everything else be.

you can touch

so many lakes

and dip your fingers

in so gently

and everyone will remain confused;

but the dust motes

in the air will call you back home

and lead a

path.

i am an oath

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