Letter to Poetry Soup

The laptop screen flickers as I turn to you. A dream lingers and a branch outside my window waves. I browse posts and comments and I’m connected. A bird off somewhere sings a world waits outside my window. I wonder what to poem and what to share. In quiet moments reflections take shape to fill empty pages. Although we’ve never met we’ve always been friends. I must let you know regardless of how far I’ve travelled I’ve always come home. The sun pokes through clouds a touch of gold. And the sky above— it’s an endless ocean.