Poem On: Day 28

Vaporeon (#134)

Eight paths put before me: smooth,
vital stones worried in a gloved hand.
Any step forward is a choice. Be good
at something and do it forever. Eight
ways and I turned back
to the water. A stream of bubbles,
string of pearls where words would be
in the loud air. Stop the world
and melt into most of what I am.