by Joanna D.

Romanticized ideas flow past these vision windows.
Onwards, upwards towards a stagnant imagination.

One touch does nothing to stave off cravings for the fuller view.
To see past immediate departures into this life’s full flight.

Sit past my doorway oh, obstacle of ignorance – intolerance.
Of nothingness knowing. Of heartless ponder unto veiled words.

Sit past my doorway and leave this stoop for pondering the innate nature of things. The true potential and strength of this natural being.
This gift of existence.