MATTHEW NIENOW
How to Love the Unfinished Dream
There it is again — that
little pop of possibility
sparking in my brain.
It’s an effervescent joy
I can map out fully
in my mind from blue-
prints to the manual.
I have all the tools
even & the know how.
O, what a bit of bare sky
& sun will do
to a winter mood.
It is the purest heaven —
& the only kind
I believe in: brief
& ending the very moment
awareness mounts
the stone staircase
of the mind. It was
good though, wasn’t it?
That little bite of bread
after so long without —
this was... exactly what i was looking for. nothing else to say. thank you
Nice and succinct.
Jane