There’s something that I need to find. A moment in time.
Like, the painting of a dragon waiting for the final stroke of that ink-brush
The ultimate compression of imagism and realism and the dragon
Takes flight, soaring up into the air like a magnificent snake, like
A serpent of words and strings of sentences
Hung together like grapes and tiny apparitions
Maturing into life with the last
Stanza and the last word and the poem begins to breathe
A writer’s intention, contention and creation like
A quiet desperation
Yearning for the stars to rain down from the universe
The thousand single glares searching
For the right spot to fall, the right soul to grace, like
An empty clay pot reserving its loneliness for the two-month old earth
Where a beautiful sprout will grow greener and taller and opens its face
Becomes nature’s delicate princess like when I say to myself
There’s something that I need to find.
A moment in time. A checkpoint in the orbit of life.
It’s coming, I know.
I know it’s coming
Because I’m coming close.
It’s just a matter of time.
By Kim T.