Urge

sometimes we wish the freedom of sunset's pink clouds that cross the sky in ribbons sometimes one urge piles on top of another, the gathering bounty of spring like an urge to run through April rain, overcoming arthritic pain, an idle wanderer within an urge to shake off the Blues like Jello loosened from its mold an urge to spring clean clutter, messy like seaweed draped over a walrus an urge to stifle stress that sizzles like bacon frying, displacing contentment an urge to flush a slush pile of "to do's" that gag sleep an urge to watch birds at the feeder, tutored travelers chattily sharing stories an urge to inhale the solemnity of church to void the wounds of striving no longer subdued by the clean clasps of cold, nature nudges newness into empty spaces for winter leaving lifts the script of cold unforgiving, like a child reciting rhymes Poem composed April 17, 2023