The Mooring

You know when it’s time don’t you?

The mooring ball has pulled loose, floating freely.

You were sleeping, rocking so gently and comfortably.

The ocean breeze like a silent whisper telling you to be still.. Listen.

For your heart is collapsing into pieces.

But what you don’t realize, are those pieces are of gold.

A mosaic to be merged together into a piece of priceless beauty.

Only one person can see that true beauty,.., it is you.

You are the only one that has the mask removed. Everyone else feels it, but cannot see.

The blind man with the walking stick , he sees it... because he feels it.

The texture, bones, cartilage, fibrous layers of our humanity.

So let it be.

It is what we are and how fucking awesome is that?