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