It’s cold today, wet slushy
street walking me to coffee
to see a face a smile welcome
how’s your day…ha
ha…just started thanks and
cold again walking me back
to previous thoughts dreams
thinking about where I was a
year a day a minute before now
thinking how change creates
waves creates motions beneath
the surface; a shark silent
swimming
searching
for weakness for lack of
awareness the thrashing of
an idea drowning in doubt while
life falls in waves around
though us toward a beach we
can’t see can’t know is there
but swim is what we do…what
we know feel—are—and the
cold wet street reminds that
change that sharks and
swimming
searching
are there always there