Adventure

Time unfurled

a single yarn from the hem of a sweater

pulling apart the fabric of it.

Light consumed all darkness

until even the word shadow

held no weight.

The heavy weights of fear,

depression, and the impenetrable bruises

of lifelong aches,

melted,

like winter snow being touched,

at last,

by the spring sun.

A room awaits, made for me:

a coffee pot,

always full and warm with welcome.

A leather bound journal,

with ever-ready pages,

and a pen with ink made from my own veins

that always knows what to say.

An old fashioned is served up promptly,

at 7pm,

when my mother greets me at my door

and curls up next to me on the couch

we talk and laugh,

for hours inside a minute.

Candles glow with ambered remembrance.

Music plays the odes to journeys taken.

My grandfather fishes by a river nearby,

teeming with bass,

and I glimpse the child he never was

smile at me.

Every morning the ocean of my backyard

kisses my feet as she waves hello,

her salt no longer bitter.

I greet the blood of my blood

and bone of my bone upon the shore.

They wear faces that, through centuries

still resemble my own.

We tell stories around bonfires

of the legends that we were in our time.

My soul is made tangible.

I touch the fringes of my warrior spirit,

caress the edges of my creativity.

I dance with the stars before dawn

upon a floor made of crystalline moonbeams,

and marvel at how green,

how delicate,

how infinitesimal,

is the Earth below.

Author's Note

We are halfway through the challenge!! I just want to take a moment to thank you all for reading, supporting, and participating. It's truly been so wonderful to read everyone's poems, see the supportive comments on everyone's work, and be a part of your inspiration in even the smallest way. It's been the highlight of my days this month, and I don't know about you, but I've needed this ray of sunshine.

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