A grain of sand on the shore that catches the Light
That one grounded bird that learns to take flight
The unencumbered soul that stretches to be free
That voice in dissension that learns to agree
The infant who remembers what it’s like to be old.
A flame that never forgets what it’s like to be cold.
Defeating lost hope by saying, “I can”
Experience being comfortable whether woman or man
Creating a symphony one note at a time.
Knowing peace during chaos; albeit sublime
The sliver of knowledge that turns into a wedge
Being pushed past all reason and jumping over the ledge
There’s no separation between the foam and the sea
Illusion’s the only distinction between you and what’s me
Jen Ward 11/10/ 13