As quickly as
the rain stops, my heart
aches anew
for the sound
of your voice—
the reassurance
that I truly am
as I truly should
be this moment.
the moment
Loring Park Daily
A commotion of geese flaps across
this paved way to go in circles
through my front yard I share
with anyone willing to show up. My struggle
to take off is my refusal
to drop the weight of every moment
but this one. This one
could be my soar. Could.