~for Emma
When the world falls apart in my hands
and logic cannot give me answers,
I submerge myself in poetry.
This is a world where the meaning is not overt
but what I make it.
Where there is no message I cannot understand
and nothing I cannot explain.
It is in this world where I am alone with verses,
walking in unrhymed rhythmic lines
toward the end of a stanza.
It is here where I will pause
and mention
the bright yellow wildflowers that are in bloom-
just for you and just for now.
blue sky infinite 