Reckoning.

a big one of those,

query unkept promises, 

tossed to winds, let them spread. 

Listen to the 

sound of smoke, 

whispers so soft you 

feel the right time of light.

Settle into flow

what tickles our floor, 

waterfall, stream, or a dam, 

closer to who knows, father of us. 

Now, a breath 

we stand before

patterns in the sand

for a view of what’s ahead.