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.