Nothing is not so long away.
Nothing is right now.
And now is everything.
I kept one eye on the furtive moon, one hand steady at my throat. Clear above the rainclouds I sensed the sky was covered with hopes that hovered, pregnant, hungry and waiting. The roots of my spirit have grown gentle and eager, from darkness to dawn.
The flaccid feeling of oppressive heat has melted in the rain. Sparkle anew with all your sobs wrenched free of your gut, love in every pore, escalating elevate to more.
Today there were signs at every stop and start and taking in of breath. I searched the eyes of a woman I met by incredible, synchronistic chance. And I am surrounded by magic, and I am believing in the kind of moments that mark a turning.
And I am turning.
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