I am not giving myself to spring
\nright now,
\nwhere the water stops and sleeps.
\nThe only dimple an asteroid of dust.
\nThere is no heat in me,
\nor warmth in me.
\nI am waiting for my storms to come.<\/p>\n
Mark, Michael, and Jack.
\nThe first rush of air!
\nThe magnetism of utter velocity.
\nThree questions waiting for an answer.
\nWater splashed into a glass.
\nA door swinging open.<\/p>\n
Freedom rushing past.
\nThe boys racing into the surf
\nof day,
\nallowing no excuse to hold my knees
\nin angst.
\nI rise, young and strong,
\nand go where they are going,
\ninside myself a shout of gratitude.
\nThank God for children.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am not giving myself to spring right now, where the water stops and sleeps. The only dimple an asteroid of dust. There is no…<\/p>\n