A PULSE OF THE POSSIBLE

Art by Janis Dehler

Heat once again moves in,
tender shoots of daisy wilt 
and search to quench a thirst 
in parched loose soil.

So too my heart reaches 
into depths of dry memories,
faded and frayed,
barren of sustenance.

Yet, just as the bloom turns
to reach toward the sun, 
I lift my gaze to this moment, 
a pulse of the possible.

The joy of breath to create.
Now, to satiate in grace.