A gnat of a thought is like
the beginning with bread and
water, when a newness is considered.
A startling release of treasonous intent,
an idea once dormant, now sparkling with
unchallenged release, opening against resistance,
pushing back the gray shadows from the eyes.
Difference provokes a defense unequalled
when determined. It becomes an appetite
consuming what’s ahead while shedding the past.
It’s another chance, like favorable winds,
widespread, without limits.
