twenty-eight / by Ellen Sorensen

follow the notes


the breeze

the current


it's the great migration 

a season called growth 

question everything 

give due process to the process


my lens has been renewed 

and all is brand new:

smells and sounds and ideas 


my senses have been overhauled

and all I can do is soak it all in

let the life wash over me

until I'm saturated 


it's been 10 years since I found that rose

under the maple tree down by the river

where I wrote my first poem

where I was truly unspoiled 


change is inevitable and I am no exception 

I've been jaded and heartbroken 

and I've been loved through it all 

and that has made the biggest difference