Fill your life with bright morning,
breathe deeply the wave-kissed breeze
and run until you no longer touch the earth.
Pay no attention to the darkness that lurks
just beneath your feet, the swirling vortex
pulling you down, drawing your singing blood
into the unknown land. If you hear grieve
the morning dove, say it’s not for you he sings;
oh, fill your lungs with the pure,
cool hope of spring!
(23 March 2015)