Hark!
When I learned to embrace life, I realized it had (already) always been embracing me.
This path and I were made for each other … designed during the gene swarm … manifested by a flash of light.
Burn on (soul) soldier, until the snuff.
It doesn’t always have to be so big [vast and distant]
Sometimes there
is
only
just
this
moment …
to evolve
Hark!
I listen to music. Or I listen to the fan spin. Or I listen to the high buzz. Or I listen to the silent night.
Or I whisper all the ways
in which
I wish
to fly
I appeared at CTU Publishing recently as a featured writer. My poem “Continuous Light” can be read here.
17Numa 