FRESH OFF THE PAGE: Treading water
I can’t see anymore, what might wait there, what monsters or miracles, terrible and beautiful, glide all around me…
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: To catch the light
there is only that instant… when it returns… and I know such warmth again… when understanding dawns.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: only silence
a chance come round again,
well-earned and willing,
to sing a new song,
wonderful and wise…
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: fireflies dance
the fires burning quietly, this constellation of small stars surrounding me,
fallen to earth below…
(Not so) Fresh Off the Page: quiet calamity
Tucked inside was a copy of this poem, which was actually was written even earlier in 8th grade…
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: release
showing itself ever… only a tender cocoon… readying us for the life… yet to come.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: thrum
for an endless instant,
to stop, this miracle in motion,
nature’s hidden, fragile light,
beautiful and boundless…
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: firewalker
so walk a little faster, come into the light, let’s see what stuff
you’re made of…
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: all the way
so I go on discarding… these reminders, taking back the space… I need to reclaim,
making room again… for what’s to come.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: dry spell
then comes the wind, dry and dusty, carrying my thoughts, like grains of sand, to points unknown…
