up and up and up.

There are days when the words flow freely
     There are days when the well is dry
There are times when I am full of fire
     There are times when I am cold
There are instances of love and grace
     Beautiful sunrises and sunsets
There are instances of disappointment
     Tiny pinpricks of bitter loss

But there has never been a day
     In the past three hundred sixty-five
     When I haven’t known
     Precisely where we stand

Always going
     Always growing
          Always exploring
               Always moving forward

Up and up and up

Able to see the past
     for what it was
Able to dream of the future
     for what it could be
Able to see the now
     for precisely what it is

Alive to the restorative power
     of caring
     of being
     of allowing
     of space
     of time
     of lust
     of love.