Animist
Missed Connections in Las Vegas
Animist
winter window draft
cold fingers reach in
wakeful kisses beckoning
every sunrise should have an audience
gratitude anticipation
all things unknown await
all smiles
furies and petty consternations
imperceptible radiation
elegant precision convincing illusion
sounds like heaven
~ Susie Hewitt, that crazy Las Vegas poet
Her Two Cents
Right now, in my corner of the world, spring feels so close… but still so far away. Little green shoots peep up from the ground but a lingering sense of winter chill staunchly occupies the air. However, we all know this is the beginning of the end of the dark season: animals, vegetables, and minerals anticipate the sun and warmth that may soon arrive.
