I would let the crisp morning air
fill my lungs in relief
when seeing the ice I thought I'd lost
sparkle in glory upon the battlefields
of my nightmare.

I would rise to the new sun
like a child on a birthday,
my thoughts racing far from the grasp
of the frozen shelf
breaking away from her mother
and bleeding into history.

I would skip under a rediscovered sky,
bluest of sea blues,
and toss my worries of an
uncertain tomorrow
into the river of posterity.

I would rake the footprints
shadowing the path of modernization,
content in the trailless path
behind every achievement,
every step of success and advancement.

I would undershoulder this cloaked weight,
piling for years,
bending my spirit like hunched back,
and run in the meadows
of a future abloom with promise.

Will you wake with me?


(c) 2014 by Vincent Lowry