From One Into

the moon I watch goes downmoon through barbed wire
between strands of barbed wire
there is simple pleasure
in the feeling of safety

waiting for that sunrise
waiting for the day’s beginning
with its stimulation of life
as what was becomes what was

There can be no standing still
because the chill of the new dark
can produce muttering, stuttering
flowing under a frozen waterfall

How much longer is there to wait
for the excitement of fresh ideas
standing on the edge of the nest
frail wings fervently, flapping

the new will slowly slog shivering
into the warmth of day quivering
into the bliss of great pleasure
as what is becomes what is

From One Into

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s