Medulla

Written August 15, 2014 

I exist in this world as if I were an endangered species… 

Subject to human and environmental forces outside of my control; 

Pulling and pushing me toward and against the current of time.

I am at peril? I am at their mercy?

The medulla inside me, my life essence, is vulnerable. 

Its components a rare mix of compassion, love, anger, fear, and curiosity.

Its fluidity like the river water; strong yet placid. 

There will be a time it will cease to breathe. I will cease to breathe. 

All that will remain is the sound of the river water… in serene tranquility.