We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come.
ISN’T LIFE ALL ABOUT STARTING OVER ?
(just like) Starting Over
A bleak morning.
Ground fog, again.
It never used to rain so much.
the mist bows to a casual cumulous,
and evening cadences fall from a cloud-mouth of stars.
The future catches in my throat,
musky and delicious,
sitting between us
like the last piece of candy in the box.
Toni 1/29/15 (and 1980)