Flinging myself into the unknown corridor
I half cringe not knowing what lies beyond
I half celebrate the faceless unmapped moments
What could be more hidden
than each undetermined minute
revealing and resolving in its time
faces and feelings overlooked
unnamed and yet to be traveled
I awaken to a lullaby
of willow trees and soft winds
of summer about to begin
And then I remember
it is alright
Mary
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
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