poems | allegra osati

poem seventy seven.

scurrying to cower under an eave my inner self craves the warmth i burst through the doubt i dance in the rain

a joyful proclamation i create the space a cozy comfortable stair i sit swinging my legs but ready to pounce upon the next going up

juxtaposition of place i am here wishing to be there i cross the bridge hopeful

a period piece a singed piece of paper floating over the coals

i gaze across the sea of memory the winds are soft the spray stings a small cruelty

i stood poised a spaceship primed for takeoff the countdown clock counting down