nearly there


Tonight I saw Orion

standing so broad shouldered

and brightly built

for a moment

I believed in the old gods.


As I steeped in the night air

cool and

crisp enough to

spy on distant solar systems

I felt almost home.




Welcome to 30 Days of Poetry! (Can she do it for a third year in a row? )

April brings hope in so many ways. I didn't know I was going to write until I was actually writing. Thank you for being supportive. Or curious. Or even bored. I just appreciate you being here!