Open Spaces
It feels great
to be out from under
rolling carpets of steel and stone.
I’m standing with outlying anonymity,
breathing in the glory of solitude.
Enjoying the simple subtraction
of so much weight from shoulders.
It’s so easy to forestall deep sorrow here
while feeling the deepening rumble
of a wet, thunderous afternoon
within my chest.
The wind battering from all sides,
turning my hair like the Medusa,
as I wait for the open spaces,
and the nighttime canvas of midnight blue
to be painted across the sky.
