Fresh Wind

In Poetry on January 27, 2009 at 11:34 am

Today, new gust of possibility.
Turning toward the hard feedback,
I notice a newness around me.
Unattended responsibility
Disconnected feedback, reconnected
Fluid, finding, opening to light
Wide open spaces,
Flooded with care and hope.

Piercing, I saw their looks
Penetrating deep beyond all
Focused insulation
Thick layer punctured, bled out

Still open resource ever in.
Concrete sounds and stories
Nourishing fuel, rebirthed
Charting out fresh wind in my face
Lungs withstand the splash and force

Made new

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