Saturday, January 10, 2026

A good thing


thoughts skyrocket smiles follow suit 

this cage cannot contain 

th e l i  f  e  e   x   p   a   n    d    i     n     g 

my lungs balloon as if above 

my body was their destiny 

inhale sky and sea and 

the leaping 

green of moss 

when dotted fresh 

with beads of rain and hope

and my heart     oh my heart

steeplechases 

the run to tomorrow

hooves thundering into this springy earth

Joan tells me not to fret 

a good thing

but how could I sleep now at a time like this 

with so many stars up there right there 

just beyond the clouds


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