I am this close

free verse poem

Hyacinth Blue Sky. I took the picture

I am this close.

I can see it.

I can feel it.

I can scream it.

I do not know

from which levee

it will fire me up,

from which passage

it will explode.

I feel I am about

of doing something.

This restless compression

is come to an end.

In this hanging space,

in this expanded time,

everything has a sense:

the effort

the fall

the sorrow

the stirring.

My certitude is full

with question marks

because

exclamations

are excluding

any change for a life

to be meaningful.

My blown conviction

is knowing

who I am

because

I know

who

I want to become.

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