I remember being
informed—
days are attuned,
training is pivotal.
By design,
intrigue, by river and seas. The further out—the richer the scenery.
Unexplained.
Until …
I remember being
informed.
It would be
regardless— wilderness, wildflowers,
to have assessed as we do: palms of rain, ancient understanding, to have
untruth become the impetuous.
So blended. So eclectic.
Much understanding.
It was faith. It
became experience. It was overwhelming.
Freshwater gators. Saltwater crocodiles. Tiger sharks.
In the crevice is
understanding. In the world is monopoly. In souls are dominions.
To know then, as
we know now, the outcome/decision might be different.
Many are
exhibiting excellence, musing as we do.
