From a small space on a chilly day,
a sunny pleasant place
drops its guard as I draw near,
to take my hand and lift this body
with a smiling face,
as though always waiting.
The other day I read about someone
whose life was changed in this way.
Salt cleansed from wounds,
along with the waves of pain.
How sudden struggles fall away,
erased by the shedding blue,
the city and its tears.
Someday I will start out bright and early
and begin a journey—here there is more to love
than anywhere, in the beauty of the depths,
like boats at sea, whether moving or not.
The way things float raises me upwards.
Stephen Cipot
Garden City Park
