IT IS TIME There comes a timesomewherein the midst of June. When Mother Earthshakes outher blanket of warmsweet existence. Whispering, it is time. Queue the rhythmicsounds of bees;busily pollinatingeverything in sight. And everythingis as it should be. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.
She walksinto theevening sky gatheringstar light&moon light to illuminatethe pathsof livesshe has lived. Cypress Lookout North Vancouver Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.
She needed storiesas much as the pagesof a book needed her. To escape. In a quiet cornershe read cover to coverloving & hating characters. To connect. Yes, sure she tried different scenarios onwhen storylines lingered. Long after the last page. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.
Old me lies in themetamorphosis stage.Of growing herwounds to wisdom. While the new meis working out whatneeds working out. Before spreadingmy f r a g i l e wings. To winds in worldsthat so desperatelywant validation. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.
An introspective mindcan and will strategizethe hell out of the directYes or No question. And yet, dive in withan unwavering beliefwhen it comes todeclarations offorever and always. Because it knows. "How long is forever" ?Can be answered with "Sometimes, just one second". Credit to Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland in the last verse.
Timesdrifting away with allher yesterdays. An old girlleft wondering how the young girlin her, is doing now ? Is she playingwith the sunlight tucked inby the moonlight. Onlytime will tell of her silentwishing wells. And theshooting star prays that got lostin the milky way. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.
The highs, the lows & all the way arounds. Riding so highshe canbarely see the ground. To the too highs, too lows & too many times around. Hiding in the lowshe'sno where to be found. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.
Red dress. Hanging from branchesof bare bonetrees in the month of May. Red dress. Visually, giving voiceto thosewho've been silenced. Red dress. Hauntingly beautifulas thelife you represent. May 5 is the National Day of Awareness and Action for Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women, Girls and Gender diverse people. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.
It is in thebeginning of waiting andnot knowing, wesuffer most. Whenunanswered questions; perilously hangin the air. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.
Even when,the saltyocean airwhips itselfinto afrenzy ofactivity. Even then,it isthe mostpeacefulof spacesto findone's self.
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