from here on out

i will feed the ducks early,
even when the rain is out.
i will walk towards the mountain
with everything i can hold in two hands.

i will become enchanted by kelp
and deep sea creatures. watch them
sail down the coast.

i will stay afloat,
carve a home out of driftwood.

and when the moon casts shadows
deep as a valley,
i will wait.

some things are eternal.
like redwoods.
like stars.