Some Days (v. 2)

A short piece from 2020, revised for today

Some days require salt water and salt air.

Some days require a lush forest.

Some days require a roaring river.

Some days require getting to talk with a dear friend you haven't talked to in years.

Some days require whiskey.

Some days require weed.

Some days require both.

Some days require neither.

Some days require a lover totally focused on you.

Some days require a lover you can totally focus on.

Some days require reconnection. And almost going back to what was, but resisting.

Some days require uncomfortable, vulnerable, terrifying conversations.

Some days require so much laughter you can't breathe.

Some days require so many tears you worry you may flood the world.

Some days require pure escape.

Some days require rooting down.

Some days require flying free.

Most days require trust. In self. In others. In the universe.

All days require love. Giving and receiving. To Self. From Self. To others. From others.