Homer

There may be death in this lifetime 

Grief 

An abundance of weeping 

But 

When I am captured by this 

May I find that still there are pine trees 

Unending clouds trading shapes 

Let me find the tangled hands of branches 

The organ of the ocean and how it beats and beats and beats on the sand 

I have found that mountains are the same as anxiety medicine and the warmth of sun, consistent like the way our body ages or the way a wave can change the texture of a rock

This wild earth can tame a soul 

__ how Homer changed me