Is this what renewal feels like?
I have been creating my own works,
Pouring out
On nothing but fumes from a choked spark
For nearly the last decade.
But now:
NOW.
I dream of stones singing,
The whisper of glass;
Together: almost the gentle lap of water around bare, midsummer feet
Washed clean of the journey thus
Far.
But now:
NOW.
I could run a thousand miles more.