BEing able to rock to the beat of wreckage is a birthright we can learn. We see the wreckage ini the rearview- still there, intact. Yet, we’re speeding away with time and distance, crying invisible tears now that cannot fall for the same reasons.
This is new terrain. Those tears won’t be felt the same here. Riding a boat on sand will get us nowhere. We made it to the shore- only to prepare for another voyage, another chance to feel the water splash onto our backs.