just enough

The early break in the winter reminds me of drifting in and out of sleep on a long, uninterrupted morning, where the dreams merge with the waking hours, day bleeds into night and for a moment there is hope, and a sense that things are changing, even if not quite ready. Titillating, wanting and not wanting all at once and the pure joy of watching an approaching stranger unzip their jacket and tilt their face towards to the sun.

the sun breaks through and time slows
incrementally, without hesitation
the sky shifts to a forgotten shade of blue and something inside me remembers,
light was always just beyond the horizon, getting closer

the sun breaks through and time reveals itself 
as mysterious and man made all at once
Nothing a little patience can’t take care of,
when breath reenters and a sigh escapes my chest. 

the sun breaks through and the darkest, longest night
that seemed it would never end is blinking, squinting, 
a glint in it’s eye that wants me to know it never meant to scare me. 

a broken sky, a day cracked in at least two halves, a new beginning
There is dust still determined to settle and many things untouched. 
And there is love, in the air, cutting through the clouds like missiles

is it a smell or a vision, my imagination stirring
and the lightest breeze on skin not swaddled under layers
but exposed, just enough to breathe
An ankle, a shoulder, the curve of a knee, the snakes came out of hiding 
and the spiders rest in warmth on a grubby window sill. 

5 pairs of yellow wings make 10, perhaps tomorrow they’ll be dust 
and the night will freeze us back to stillness once again
a fickle spring teases just enough to remember what's to come, 
enough to nudge me back to dark floors and dreamspheres of a winter, 
that once awoken from will fade to hazy symbols, blurry faces
at the edges of my mind, unreal and imprinting none the less.