There used to be a time when I was into writing poetry. I listened to The Writer’s Almanac every morning, attended poetry readings and other spoken word events every few months, even competed in a poetry slam (I got second place). Then one day the urge to be immersed in poetry just stopped; and nearly overnight I ceased all activity with poems.
However. Today before breakfast I was taking the dogs out for our routine morning walk, when a poem suddenly started forming itself in my mind – just as they had done several years ago when I was living so closely with poesy. I was pleasantly surprised at how lovely the familiar sensations felt – it was like visiting a dear friend after several years of separation. Poetry and I picked up right where we left off – no awkward silences or hard feelings.
It was a sweet moment.
I wrote down the poem as soon as I got back to the house. While it may/may not be any ‘good’ (poetry is so wildly subjective – I dare say that all poems are simultaneously wonderful/horrible, depending on the mind state of the reader/listener), it felt good to create it. And *that* is the important part. 🙂
stepping into the pre-dawn light
crisp winter air freshening my lungs like a breath mint
and coloring my cheeks a ruddy blush
two furry boys at my side
their feet clicking in rhythm with mine
the three of us forming a single unit
allied in our purpose
resolute in our mission
focused, yet joyful
delighting in witnessing the sun gently wake the earth
just as i tenderly rouse them as the stars begin to fade
just as they gently stir my heart to open wider, deeper
exposing it to some frigid winter days, yes
but also discovering the wonders found
in the transition from darkness to light…