Still Yet Moving
The dew has not dropped
The fog is thick
The wolves are sprinkling
The chilly air gently tickles my skin
For a fraction of time
My worry is forgotten
My work brain and screen tapping are left behind
As I wipe off crusty eyes and stiff muscles
The smell of sea
The squawking seagull lullaby
The sound of waves kissing big boulders
The flabbergasted dogs with their balls
It’s as if an hourglass is turned on its side
A brief one hundred twenty minutes pause of the spinning wheel
As sweat drips onto my bluetooth ear pieces
As the molecules in me are invigorated and feet meet most sand gravel
I am finally centered
As runny nose greets me on the road
As ship horns and sea lions say hello
I stay in silence
As fishermen brave the cold since five a.m
As some daredevils brave the current of Golden Gate
I fight off anxiety and worrisome
Because eventually we are mere dirt
And earth is our home
That’s where eternal peace and consolation lies
That’s where the best remedy comes from
And that’s where we feel most alive