When they said,
‘wait for tomorrow’ they might have followed
with a rhapsody of torment in eruptive skies.
For we do seek explosive reckoning,
when a sudden cathartic,
a ‘now’ moment as mother
in the midst of change,
what opportunity lies in the future
is exactly our temptation.
If only I might be that river,
that instead of being challenged with every crevice,
I might travel uninterrupted and able to carve
my own well drawn tale of luxury.
A positive note,
to accentuate a glorious sunrise,
always the same,
when understood to be all there really is,
the shimmer can be extraordinary …
Blind your eyes to the past
and shed layers to step free