Poem: His Arrival – 12/03/20

A level of exhaustion beginning to grow,
then an unexpected expenditure of energy comes alive
as I reap what I’ve sown.
 
The quietening down of my mood,
the lessening of my agility,
strangely enhances me,
it does not hinder me.
 
I am cumbersome, but,
my mind is crystalline clear,
open and free,
 
I rise to the challenge,
whatever has crossed my path,
that which is unspoken,
unexpressed, 
I know this breath won’t be my last.
 
And in the still,
the calm of the air around me which
heaves and sighs,
like little droplets of condensation meeting
glass sheets in the sky,
I wait and I tremble
expectant for your arrival.
 
My cheeky prince,
now a loving benevolent king,
you offer me an arm and
we interlink,
the kingdom sighs with contentment as they see,
sensing the rightness of the present karmic breeze.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by klimkin from Pixabay

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