Make the Steps Count

Pristine waters

from time's endless seas

once again, wash ashore secrets

on its sands; 

Where our feet

mark rhythms of seasons,

where we try to find reason

in the darkness 

of the clear waters' depths; 

...with the light of hope

and the sword of efforts.

 

Once again, each first dips in a foot;

many with the same resolutions, draped in changed garbs

-or not-, from what they wore the year before.

 

Once again, fresh waters,

like those that came before

seek and embrace the feet of all living.

 

Once again, we crossed a chasm,

behind which we left not a few;

who were our betters, or worse than us,

but no less deserving of dipping their feet

had the storm of passing not marked their passage;

one type of many rites, that pass with each year

 

For those lost in the vortex

which rages beneath the bridge

of the rainbow with crossed bones

 

For those to come, if we leave the home

we borrowed from them, with life;

in the air, the waters, and the soil

 

And for us;  

with the privilege

of yet another journey

of 365 miles unfolding,

 

with the opportunity of going

beyond knowing what the depths of waters hold

to shaping what monsters or meals it brings forth

 

….let us make every step count.