I wake up slowly listening
to the soft, quiet, sounds of morning.
Coffee percolating drip by drip
as the new day beckons, ‘come to life’.
Birds are making their music out there
they know what this day means.
Today the length of day and night
will almost be the same.
Spring has come, the Equinox
as the earth moves around the sun.
Bringing the season of warmth and change
and with it a feeling of hope.
This morning although there is still a chill
in this wondrous, tingling air.
Something is carried along by the breeze
a thing that I cannot describe.
Last night as I lay awake in bed
as so often I tend to do.
Stuck in that loop of trying to process
things that I cannot change.
I took a leap, took a chance,
tried to make a change.
I used words as they were intended
to connect two sides of a thought.
Like walking across a bridge
when you are afraid that you will drown.
With shaking legs and knuckles white
from desperately holding on.
The simple and strange resolution
was that I got to the other side.
I heard applause, which were probably just in my mind,
encouraging me along.
So I filled up the rest of the night
taking in other peoples words.
And letting myself feel them
however they touched me.
At one point it got a little rough
so I put the words away.
I laid back down in the safety of my bed
and drifted off to sleep.
I relaxed, released, the grasp
that I hold on so many things.
To keep me in this shell protected
from ever hurting again.
The reality is I hurt all the time
and in here there is just me.
Maybe letting go of that grip
is a beautiful sign of Spring.