my perception of you changes slowly,
like the sands of the shoreline.
waves of circumstance wash over,
and slowly adjust the sands of you.
too slow to notice,
not enough movement to see.
but looking back,
after stepping out,
i see things so differently.
how the tides have turned,
how the shoreline has learned,
to adjust to your currents and directions.
if only i could bend and know,
of your ebb and flow,
or simply learn to let go.
maybe then I could accept each moment,
to wade in the waters always as something new.
here i would find myself, with every day,