Thirty

Thirty. Beginning.

Crisp Alaska.

Sat mused,

Calm,

Soul, body of vibes.

Contemplating

Destined,

I've seemed to misdirect.

Distance, disconnect

I hear bagpipes and car horns

Absorbing

But much is best left silent.

Anything that reflects will tell the truth

Ice,

Age glaring back

In fact I'm in a position to speak to that effect

This is.

Thirty, now,

Physics,

Evolution of you

Etymology

Eventual apologies, thank yous, and

Probably avoiding sciolists catering to obstruction

The thick old root of tree stumps that used to feed life

A peer into the past at how you once were

Purity flew away in a flock of seagulls and doves

Transcended amid the visual and spiritual worlds

My spirit radiates better

Sun beams break over Denali complimenting cadence in maturity

Peak glows.

Thunder prone Tundras,

Truly an Icelandic escape,

Built in haste when puddles don't evaporate, they'll sit for days

And pedals glisten over morning mist,

Insisted they'd stand a fit for as long as it can.

Crisp Alaska,

Finessed art within us; happiness,

Sat mused

This is.

Thirty, 

Now.

Reviews

[Nariko]

This makes me think of people enjoying the prime time of their lives