Riverside Park

Some days,

my eyes drift down like leaves

falling to the ground

they do not fight the wind

they say, “Thank you,” and move on.



they cry–

and don’t even know why–

it doesn’t feel like rain

it just feels like a mess I have made.


Listen as I run.


Footsteps left behind

they will fade with time

the sunset is the only direction I am headed in,

no matter the feeling

I keep moving

for life is about flowing with the storm,

even when it’s in your mind.


May 1, 2016