Running to look
Eyes closed
Missing things
Blind
An endless contemplation
Feels right on a drive in the salty air
Move
List it
What will happen
Skin feels better
Heat
Hair
Sticky
What is the place in the places
In a simple view
In a morning quiet
Open
Without restrictions
Pieces of the past broken in a billion shells
Under the feet
Under the yoga
Under the wisdom
Buried further down in the narrow canals
Alligator bay
They will continue to come and go
As will I to them
When you find your soul again
Don’t grab it
Let it be with you because it wants to
Aligned in the weight of things
Hazy Acres 
Your Thoughts