Journey Alone

None can prepare
For journey’s ill circumstance
Surrounded by many such dangers

Still alone
Still struggling
Never still

Today’s rain ceased
It’s essence
It’s transforming force
Inescapable

On water
In water
Becoming water

Clouds cry out quietly as they break
Like floating turtles
Parting ways

A welcomed force rears up
Its energy radiant away from ninety-three million miles
Frees the once oppressive transformation

And, with its goodness
Becomes the new oppressor

Bring it.

(Stay strong, be good, be ready)