
dreams
unfulfilled,
feeling shrill
and unable
to grasp
the complexities
of life’s
myriad trajectories
balance
in mind, not
available, feelings
spinning out of control
so miserably
tears
dried up,
like the desert
prior to a new monsoon,
while the moon
looks on with
gentleness
through
the
gloom, as
light
cascades
into my heart,
and, tears begin
to come forth,
a newness is defined
in terms
not known,
bearing seeds
already sown
Have a blessed Sunday and coming week, everyone.