way

it’s not so much
a plan
as it is
a play
I listen
to the birds
to hear it every single day

it’s not so much
a destiny
as it is
a way
I look to the skies
and I rejoice,
sunshine, clouds, or rain

it’s not so much
a narrative
as it is
a flow
I taste the love
inside your nectar
and I learn to let go

it’s not so much
correctness
as it’s
being alright
the moon reflects
your beauty
every single night

© Rylan Skelly, July 2018


About the Author: I have a B.A. in Honours Religious Studies from the University of Waterloo and I love all major world religions – Eastern, Western, or in between. I’m genderqueer, and I’m comfortable with male, neutral, and female pronouns. I’m married to my dear wife Lynn, who is the love of my life, my best friend, and my muse. I think far too much, and often have too many ideas to know what to do with. And I am a doing being, just like you!

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