We face a day of crossings, a full plate
of unmatched space. A highway of the
next day, wanting answers before the corners are
reached. Decisions require a force to continue.
It’s a dry day with an open horizon. A few thin
clouds too weak to cast shadows. We strike out.
Moving forward draws deep on the energy of
chance, encouraging ideas of discovery
that more than this exists.
We are like dry fields, praying for rain,
but hurry into tomorrow before today
Courage is a blessing when tempered with