Spring Never Left
A poem
Published in
Mar 16, 2022
I saw it all in a dream:
the storm died off,
the sky had been purged,
I walked under the clouds,
and life infused me
with a new dose of desire.
I’m alive and well,
I have joy,
and I carry hope.
I keep untangling the confusion
that kept me in the dark.
For a moment there,
I thought spring had left;
I was sure
she would never come back.
But today
I put on a white dress
and wore no shoes;
I sang a tune I love
and felt my heart
ready to gobble up on lust.
I had been so wrong…
Spring never left,
she was merely sleeping
and didn’t know
I was looking for her.
And so,
right here and now,
we both
awaken.
