… so here’s a poem! and a bit of a sneak preview of my next post.
Enjoy!
In Your Own Dreamtime
Somewhere between creation and birth
in your own dreamtime
your journey outward began.
Before you ever saw the light of day,
the sun rose, set on you
on three continents.
You crossed oceans once, twice,
four times.
You ask where before why,
your fingers trace a river on a map,
following the flow
from source to sea.
Lines of latitude mark your space.
You reach to grasp poles,
stretch toward the equator.
There’s no holding you back.
I can see the open road in your eyes.
Published in Aesthetica Creative Writing Annual 2017, ISSN 2048-8777
kennedy street 
So beautiful; the poem, the poet, the subject.
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Ah, thank you!
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I remember reading this before!!! Love this poem!!!
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Thanks! Don’t want to publish any of the ones that haven’t been in print yet!
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