A Spring Beginning
Close your eyes and let go
of what used to be, reach out.
Clouds wrap around your naked body,
the dull yellow sun shining upon your face.

The sing-song of birds echoing in mind,
the warm, soft earth steadfast beneath your feet.
Listen to the leaf-rustling wind play with the stars above,
shining faintly through an almost-blue sky, ecstasy.

No sense of time lingering above, no worries
hovering near our perfect, small, spring world.
In bloom, our hearts, new beginning,
for springtime, in our hearts, in our lives

a sense of belonging to what cannot stay,
the fantastic and the impossible, to be
what we are not and not be what we are
‘til the next time we climb out from dark.

Ismael R. Archbold