A
kind of arrival
There
is little point denying
it
has a hold on me
not
a bear hug or crushing grip
of
an icy giant’s frosted fist
but
a more subtle enveloping
like
a crush you can’t shake
in
your school years
and
perhaps that is where it takes us
back
to seeing for the first time
with
exploring nervous eyes
as
we practice our lines
and
we refine our art
still
not having decided which way
should
our heart be pointing
the
future so far
and
far away
it
is all we can do to get through each long day
making
scribbles and doodles
daydreaming
of times
that
may have never happened
or
have yet to arrive
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