June 8 2019

Dancing into the setting sun

A season turns

A day is done

A new chapter dawns

And scratches at my back

Beaconing with what’s to come,

It’s filled to the brim rather than in lack

Longing, desiring, synergizing

Emphasizing its way to the tear

In the fold

The one that’s held on for oh so long

Been wearing at the seams

Been holding on for dear life

Been smoldering all the new life

That yearns to come through

The dweller births a new hue

A new essential motion

A faster, sweeter, slight of hand in devotion

Not caught in the same synthesis

Stagnant, stationary, skinned,

I grin,

Wiping away the blocked, locked spaces

To renew,

To enliven the subdued

To gracefully breathe through

To meet wholeheartedly

The next discovery

A doorway leads the play

Out of its usual say

Into a newly trodden track, perhaps the first to encounter

This particular delightful jaunt and

gather

Up what’s left to be swept away

And run head on towards the

Inlay of the folded page

And explore this crevice

To see what it has to say.

Until one day

When all folds are smoothed

The holy book will reveal itself

Through the expression of my every nook.