Sunday, May 01, 2011


I am sorry I have been so quiet lately
I had no words even
to explain it to myself

I had forgotten
or maybe I just didn't believe
that the last word has yet to be written

Dwelling in the rain and gloom
can make one feel like the man on the moon
we are not alone

My life sentence
is like an outstretched hand
like the spring buds
you begin to see on trees in May,
There, revivification

And I am just starting to remember
that you always get another chance
But these things take time
the first step is utterance
calling on the natural powers of the universe

I clasp my hands together as a flower, hoping

Something good will blossom
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