Having awoken from a surreal
but mostly pleasant dream…

The storm that once surrounded
slowly moved off into the distance
still audible the thunder
visible the lightning
but causing no alarm
my inner voice telling
it would be back
but never again with the same intensity

Having run around like a lunatic
with tin cup in hand for years
I had done my best to capture the spillage
more precious than gold
fastened it to paper/computer hard drive
as my guardian angel had instructed

And now aside for puddles here and there
each with its own unique shape and size
I would visit all of them in turn
connecting the dots
filling in the blanks
as to who I had become
what my new life would be

...until my turn
to evaporate into the heavens



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01/18/2017

Author's Note: The second last poem in Connecting The Dots, followed by the closing piece, 2018.

Posted on 01/18/2017
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