Anticipation
Thoughts keep coming back to that night at sixteen
when the world sat on the horizon of opportunity
the immediate lay on the closer side of a horizon
as blank and wide open
as opportunities before me.
My flesh burned and floated while watching eternity
mapped out
in the revolving cycle of galaxies just lighting the sky,
while I witnessed their message millennia gone by.
I was flat on the springs of trampoline stretched from my childhood
and my closest most inner being was suspended
above in yards of gravity where the fog drifted
and the energy of summer heat
blanketed my very being.
There was a thunderstorm brewing, while I anticipated my flight.
Copyright © Tara Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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