The Sway of it All~

THE SWAY OF IT ALL
by Mark Nepo

And so I lift my face from the mud,
the mud of my past, the mud of history,
the thick and ragged bark of how we
think everyone but our own darkness
is the enemy, I lift my face like a worn
planet spinning on itself to get back
into the light, to say to no one, to
everyone—it is an honor to be alive.

And some days I feel like I've got my face in the mud, regretful of an action of my own or anothers...some days that mud feels like home~ otherwise,  I feel it's a great honor to be alive. clj