So Much less than Now
In time, this passed into the heart
a stirring awake of comfort
a thread tugging at my spirit
never to rest
but rather, to steer
that is where I remain
Steered by the past
longing to touch and smell
memory so long ago
waiting for the magic stream
to pour forth and assemble
this, onto paper
patched together by inexplicable Love
carefree Joy seemingly endless
a dancing play that went on forever
and a wonder nurtured by so much less than now.
That. Is. The. This. Longed. For.
Paula Antonello, Prose. Copyright: Monday, December 14, 2020.
Image: The Laneway by P. Antonello.