march

how do you know

if your time is yours

and not on the coat tails of someone else

how do you know when a place

belongs to you

scared ground for memories

how a time

a place

speaks in a language you understand

and its solitude becomes your very best friend

not a loneliness in some desperate rue

but a peace that feels

all brand new

how do you accept out of the blue

to be true

and think to yourself

lucky me

and not fear it was a mistake

meant for somebody else

somewhere else

maybe

it is how softly

it lands at your feet

begs to be touched

and how the light falls precisely across

the ground where you stand

how you reach out with your hand

and feel something

something new

something old

something beautiful

like the azure color

of an ancient sea

or a spring blizzard

by an empty shore

snowflakes scattered

like jewels on wet sand

your heart beats longingly

in synchronicity with all that is true

and the world seems different

as if a stage door has opened.

to a new land

to new paths

new miracles

finally

at last

no ache for the past

just pristine words to write

a flock of birds

singing in chorus

stars zigzagging across