it does not have to be difficult.
it doesn’t always have to be a fight.
i can give in to the security and freefall,
oscillate like everything else in this world.
like underside of snail, fin to tip of tail,
and let repetition propel me
forward.
i can come back to this same hour and minute
predictably, while learning how to live in new days.
we do not have to place ourselves on a journey of upward slog
towards mountain peaks,
when truth can be found out on the flat, open plains.
it can be gentle, a settling in,
i do not have to drive stakes into the ground,
claw too deep into hummingbird heart
to try and find root.
it can be drummed time after time into stone,
i can become rain weathered.