Clear View
Iceblue before sun crests,
just a few flickers of saffron sail
over the horizon line,
possibility—
hush, wait in the quiet
for that luminosity, that moment
when light finally lands on the winter fields;
grasses bent, the weight of snowflakes,
frost fringes their honeyed stalks, shimmers,
shivers, swims in snow banks, sun-splashed.
I place myself in the center of my life once again,
will let this warmth cover me too.
I belong here, in the middle, centripetal
and still I dance
with you, we are bright
like embers, like night stars
sparkling the black universe,
our hearts on fire, ablaze
with elation, vibrantly
unburdened from all
that was let go.
I burned everything
that blocked my clear view.
Now, ash and fallow make space,
an invitation, an opening.
Something new will grow here,
and I intend to tend it well.
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(This poem first appeared in the author's third chapbook, “Illustrious for Brief Moments”, published in February of 2021. Click here for your own copy!)
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