Check The Almanac (Poem)

what do we breathe like water

gulp down like air

plunging through catchless sky and seamless waves

tossed without ceasing by riptides and wind

each day each moment brings its own weather

each morning we begin again

learn to ride the hidden currents

learn not to throw ourselves against the clouds

or not, and arrive at night

drenched and bruised by endless falls

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