A Poem
The sun glides from behind the horizon.
The soft light gently awakens the sleeping landscape.
A bud shakes loose of dew.
No decisions are made. No hint of hesitation.
The whole leaf emerges forth
Unborn into the world.
Opening to the glow with
Unwavering faith.
A poem
There is no source of the pain.
Anger, fear.
It permeates. Seeping in. Into everything.
It’s the toothache.
It’s the ingrown toenail.
It’s the red light and the near-empty gas tank.
It’s the non-stop emails or the next few meetings.
It’s the sound of the furnace or the neighbor’s lawnmower.
It’s the regret and the potential.
It’s the mistakes…
