Clean
© jhene erwin 2003 all rights reserved
Clarity regained after a lifetime of fog.
An explosion of heavenly proportion
and the slate is wiped clean.
I run my nails over the past,
digging out fragments of memories,
composing a serenade
to bring me back to my loved ones.
To the ones I loved.
My truth settles into seeds
that I plant in gracious soil.
My plans grow roots and stalks and leaves,
and from measured thoughts,
old ideas give way
to new life.
