The freedom of not being
tied to the past feels
like a boat unanchored
in a storm until you get
your water legs and walk
on the water placing one
foot and then the other
between, upon the waves,
the ebb and flow of what
swells up from above,
below. It’s difficult to do;
harder to learn the dances
the improvisation of now
invites you into. The sign
to hell may read, Abandon
all hope who enter here. But
the sign to paradise says,
Abandon the past that will
not let you dance on the waters
of life. I’ve always fancied
myself as a dancer
especially now walking
on the water.
-Byron Hoot
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