You travel down
Humility road
Tossing ego
Out the passenger side
Topside
Like an ocean wave purging shells on the shore.

No more forced chatting
Across speckled tables in
Colorful rooms.

This is the now.
So who are we
To wash the faces of our ancestors on salty shores?

Someone once said to me look at the ocean it’s a sky mirror
Yes

A sky mirror reflecting
Our tiny yet infinite selves filled with stardust
Standing on the shore
Reflecting
Dreaming.