Bright sky

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. 

Carol Alena Aronoff

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