Blue sky … full of spring air …
echoing restlessness stirs my biology, waking
sniffs the air, remembering …
A wanting, an old longing,
ancient appetite of my soul, calling
something unsayable, before
words or names.
I know it can eat me whole, it has
before I was awake.
But I know it now;
Yes, I know you… hiding there inside my longing,
squirming with pulse of blood and tone,
hung in ripe melody,
the juice of my imperative
I call creativity.
dance my bones into this
morning that smells of blossom and
perfume of possibility and