By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
This bitter cold February morning
somewhere twixt solitary and lonely
so quiet you hear your mind exploring
dark, familiar paths. You think if only
this, if only that, then what might have been
in your parallel universe, the place
where all your daring dreams dance. Remember Zen,
all unfolding process, eager white space.
Remember nothing but what’s before you
this winter day filled with promises:
savor lunch with a friend, chai tea brew,
a car that starts, a cat to feed, dances —
salsa in your den, then suds and shower.
You move ahead, ready for this hour.
Published in littleeagleverse.com.
Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet. She received the Lawrence E. Gloyd Community Impact Award at the 2012 Rockford Area Arts Council State of the Arts Awards.
Posted Jan. 27, 2015