Saturday, June 8, 2013

Purged


 Scattered
bits here
more over there
impermanent shards to be retrieved later
or not
graphic patterns of light dance
on the wall where once
a treasured armoire stood
its beauty replaced
by something less tangible 
yet no less inspired
spaces everywhere left open 
allowing for new to flow in
new what?
wait and see

For now
my heart 
fragile, delicate
like a piece of chipped pink mayfair
softly absorbing
beating on
healing
waiting
anticipating
unblocked, unclogged

Open roads ahead
no guarantees
only leaps of faith
or joyful skipping