Bright sky
Carol Alena Aronoff
dispels black thought;
fear slips away–wisps of cloud
dissolving into azure silk.
I look south for solace, search
for sun’s fire in my waning
inner life, seek to rekindle
a clear path to spirit.
Threads are still there–
frayed from trying
too hard or not at all.
Confusion has been woven
in my outer fabric
yet I know there’s a clarity
that shines from the heart,
so close, so luminous,
it is easy to overlook–
to look elsewhere.
Opening past habits of dead
wood, the voice complaining
like lazy wind blows
this way and that
without saying anything.
I find space to breathe,
take flight with geese
in endless lemon sky,
soar blissfully
back into my self,
knowing that I never
lost anything.
