Discovery

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This is how it happened: wind blew
me over in epic gusts meaning I could
not breathe or see, only balloon
into a gale force smile. You knew
none of my secret ambition for we,
you with me, us despite sky writing
I dreamt when my eyes wandered,
no straight pass, the curves of you
a road deeper into the storm, waves
sweeping me from sand to cool
spinning blue. Death in the water
an unexpected rebirth. Made me
think of luck and whether it’s real
wonder if this happening now is
a freak convergence of air and energy
or built slowly over the years
I never knew myself, never saw
what I’m seeing as I look into you.

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I teach blogging, expressive writing for traumatic release and recovery and host generative writing sessions at the Center for Creative Writing. Write with me!

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