Hoping For A Way

Hoping for a way to belong 
belong to the day 
I see
unfolding 

Reach the morning light 
caress softly the fleeting sunset 
feel the rain 
let the wind blow 
empty
hollow thoughts away 
as
I embrace the magnificence
of an ever-changing
landscape 

This is where
I want to stand 
my feet firmly planted 
belonging 
in
this day, this world 
this land. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

Reach

When I reach for the sky
I lose the restraints that keep me tied.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016