Peppered Observations

Reading your words under sun glazed lights and counting the speckles on my window pane,
I am given a warm feeling that you just can’t label or modify.
The patter of water, the reflecting glint
On the jar, the black with all its
Blue highlights.
Today is the day for change,
For a change that’s pretty much a
Return with a little bit extra
A surge of self that almost seemed to be dead in the water
Trampled so many times by men and
Boys that were merely false soldiers
-  yes, they had army boots, guns, parachutes, spears but there’s just
No passion behind the eyes
The heat is dead, induced too early
And somewhat constipated.
Moments are swift though with the occasional spur of
Innocence and delicacy. This feeling is here strong
And awakened
-  a sensation that I haven’t felt in so long, it’s real- not warming,
Not comforting, just something real
To fill the void and each and every
Over processed memory
Visions are strong but actual visual
Existence is so much stronger
- no more battling with obscurity
And inner reflections, now is the
Time to be known, seen and
Heard- no fear, no phobia
Just power and self possession-
I am myself, owned by no one, slave
To no mannish memory
I am my own sanctity, my source of sanctuary and solitude
Out of the sight of the mannish boy
I am my own pleasure, my own light
And my own guide
I’ll look to the darkening sky and
Carry a suitcase of everything that
Really is me and unleash her inner catapult
On to the blackened earth, someday
Soon

And all this my dear observer
Was inspired by your brief words

With thanks to you.