That Day in February

That day in February,

When I wanted to change;

That day in February,

When I’d let go of the blame;

A day like any other,

With hours, seconds, minutes;

With motion and commotion,

The earth, on its axis, spinning;

A day like any other,

With power, war, and sinning;

With motion and commotion,

The earth, on its axis, spinning;

A day like no other,

New, hopeful, gracious;

With slates wiped clean,

And silence born of patience;

A day like no other,

Where horizons were clear;

Where light shone brighter,

A place to let go of the fear;

That day in February,

When I needed to change;

That day in February,

With a little less pain.

 

 

 

Open Wide

 

Waves upon waves, upon decks upon decks,

Seen with specs, though wet, clearly wet;

The body, it roars, useless tools, bloody oars,

Cascading liquid, wasted heeds, wordless heeds;

A lost captain, now swimming with plankton,

A fight for life, with bigger life, a soaking life;

The water, it gloats, no protection, no boats,

The water, it sees, a sacrifice, it needs;

Hungry and vicious, it lingers, no contrition,

Clinging is fruitless, barren hope, no denouement;

Visions of yore, waving by windows, outside the door,

Motionless, breathless, swept away to the shore.