A willful lover
Apr 1, 2021
Yesterday I did the reverse
Of what I wrote.
Then, today I do not write
What I am going to do.
My heart is
Heavy with hope
-blurred, glowing, impossible-
Because I am learning
To stay
To resist.
My mind is dumbfounded
Like a child
In front of the first storm.
I think the nature of the daylight,
of every day,
Is the hope
Of a new beginning.
I am a willful lover.
