Incomprehensible joy,
glistening sun on new greens,
buds reaching to blue skies,
and the barking dog cries out,
insistent need,
like the voices in my head,
mental overload
and opposition forces.

Wade in carefully or the shame will overtake you,
and you wonder what matters.

Feel that familiar ache of longing.
There's a chill in the air but
the sun is ready for you.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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