on the cusp

I have been waiting for this for what seems like forever - tonight I wrote a new poem. nothing mind blowing or crazy - just simple. but it felt so good, like a release. it is the second poem I have written in my head after a yoga class while in savasana (you can find the first savasana poem here - it's the one I won second place with!). what is it about a good yoga class that opens up the creative flow? I'm not sure - but I'm looking forward to the next ten months to see where my writing goes...

on the cusp

it is supposed to be
like I am dead -
limp flesh
melting into the floor.
in the stillness
I hear the crisp
yet fading sounds
of cicadas.
seasons change,
I am somewhere
in the space between.

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