51 years
even
before I could
read
I have been one
who follows directions
remains in line
hesitates
to choose my own way
when the sign says
stay on the path.
Can I
will I
dare
to step away
from the trail
move opposite
the arrow’s point
break the
brittle white
of pristine snow
leaving footprints
as evidence of my
rebellion?
Evening’s
fragile palette
of tender pink
fading
to lavender
and smudged gray
gently
draws me out
of my blind
preoccupations
and into
contemplation
of the potential miracle
of night’s
renewal
Almost hidden
high in the clouds
the sun traces
a rainbow
broken
by blue sky
Wind rattles
the blinds
that dissect
nature
into meager parses
of leaf
cloud
birds winging free;
scoring my heart
with longing
for space
time
and green
Momentary
glimpse of blue;
unexpected smile
in a crowd
of hurried
indifferent
faces
Stormy ocean
of cloud
breaking
against
a faded
blue shore
of sky
Early morning clouds
dabbed with
gray pearl
and echoes
of pink dawn;
painted by
a dreamer’s
hand
