down for the night

I feel like so much time we spend

picking up old pieces of shattered things

once held loosely

overturned in our grip

while looking ahead, just in case

success comes in waves and cycles.

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Waves and cycles of success.

Up then down then up

and sometimes you miss the top

letting your boat slide

half-diagonal off the side

pushed from the current just a bit

little eddys sucking your momentum

but gearing up, you dig in the stick

shout your command, mildly embarrassed

learning

reclaiming once more the steady current

Waves up, slides down, waves up

turn, dodge, swoosh, splash

the water takes you, takes you

until you crash for the night

Laying out the sleeping bag, blurry-eyed

stars above deeply sigh you into sleep

and so you Let it go, let it Fly

into the precious diamond sky

...

The sun rises, your eyes

crank slowly back from wherever they had been

you raise your head

look at your boat

and do it all again.

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I want you. Let's trade.

I refuse to leave with nothing,

or no thing to love

So guide with me and we'll brave

the make-believe, and face reality

Little to lose but peace of mind

Little to gain but choice and time

I love camping, I'm sick of camping

There's only camping.

Let's go camping, together.

Mikie