Hope

Lavender rivulets of months past

without you are barely visible in my rear vision.

Unexamined memories dissolve and travel

through capillaries searching for a vision to release them.

Moods meander to a steady inflection now,

circulation having replaced detachment.

Beyond the pain I will have dislodged
all that has held me, to dream afresh.

Perhaps I will long for the warmth

of that moulding clay that

couldn't emerge from its form,

but then I will choose to move forward.

Yielded in surrender, liberty's entrance

will transform into the brightest day

overflowing with promise and song

that on the river bank I scarcely imagined.