chapter of my life. by Menachem Krinsky
When there is a restless stirring inside me
that callsandcalls, leaving no message —
but turns over upon itself, overandover,
waiting for me to decode the signals,
urging me to remember how novel
boldness can be, while not
misreading it as in the
past, a new chapter
may be ready to be
read, or written -
passive or
active -
change
is
?
Written for Poetics — ChaNGe & TuRns — at dVerse Poets hosted this week by Claudia Schoenfeld, who shared with us her freeway photography, and asking us to consider changes or turns in whatever form we chose.
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