FRESH ROUND

by Laura Labno

I finished a sentence, and it was a closing line.

It finished me off just like my worries tried to.

But like stars finish daytimes this love finished

My nights.

Like butterflies struggle to fly in the rain

I struggled to glide through the clouds.

But now the sun inside me grows greater

Like under a spell and

I finish.

I Finish

Looking at something thinking that it is

Better or that I am. (Or that we are separate.)

I finish spilling salts into our spaces. I finish

waiting for love and I let myself

Love myself instead.

Like a bird leaving

A rotten nest

Like an arrow I shoot myself

Into something brighter than past.

Collecting words which hurt me like something sharp

I create new patterns like in a mosaique.

I reflect myself in interpretations like in a surface

Of a lake which is finally clear.

I fly like time through arrays of fresh possibilities. And I grab

what’s out there with more gratitude than greed.

Now

This is my Finale as the Dharma Wheel spins

Again.