… in soft gold
until I could become a breeze
catching the orange rays
of yesterday morning’s sun —
Then something in the wind spoke in truths
and said to rest in every green shade
dine on every grass blade
inhale the rolling dance
of a million passing circumstances
reminding me to sit with the years gone by
and not fight the incoming scenes —
then it all made sense
and I lost the hesitation
so now with flooded eyes
I can create rivers of pe…
