Dial tone
Hits me
With a nostalgic
Twist
Of summer
Afternoons
Waiting for a summer’s kiss
Dial tone
Hits me
With a nostalgic
Twist
Of summer
Afternoons
Waiting for a summer’s kiss
Try again
When it was not
What was expected
No correct answers
Were given
So go ahead
And try again
Cool conversations
Happen over coffee
In the moment
Focused
On reality
Mine has changed
Recently
But nothing
We can’t deal with
Starting to see
The boundary scene
Where and what will
Happen
To my life
Over the next year
My hopes
Fears
All playing
Out
In real time
Title me
From the free
Words
Of infinite possibility
The poem
Needs a name
Of which
Is now unknown
But I will attempt
To give the poem
One
Quick steps taken
In sequence
Of one another
While I wait out the direction
Slow the steps
Now with more intention
From here I
Go
A holding on
Of sorts
Requires a letting go
And in that moment
You know
What life means
Surely
I have found this
Certainly
Late layers
Into the night
Of a whole evening
Feeling alright
In the moment
And now too
Momentary clarity
Came through
Grow quickly
In this time
To reflect
For the time to
Show up
Will soon come
And that is when
The growth
Is shown
I have discovered a new
Way of
Thinking
Acting
Hoping that in moments
Like these
New life can happen