Textures

Life as a texture
levels of
joy and pain
sometimes
mixed
in unfathomable
waves of
despair laced joy
what an odd texture
these feelings that well
up unbidden
from some space
wholly unremarkable
that the day
after the
day before
be so filled with
colors
sights
smells
so fully novel
and yet so familiar
this same river
always flowing
with water
that transmorphed
thru a simple filter
evaporating and returning
refreshed
different
but not so
as to be
noticeable
to anything
but textures of life
and the courage
to embrace
the
truth