Curtains

“Blue as the sky, my heart pumps anxious beats of alkaline.
Furrowed brow, hardened eyes, tapping of the fingers.

I stand adjacent to the wealth of the future.

Right hand out, reaching, grasping at the sunlight.

I look at the structure of my fingers

and all the haphazard lines intertwining all on my palm.

“How many times have I done this?”

Quickly, I look up in astonishment and no longer shaken.

These eyes wander in a half circle then quickly shut.

Wind gracefully licks my skin.

Both arms out; wide as a bear.

Willow tree grounded; legs planted.

Flowers blooming in my chest, a fire was lit

and the curtains opened. ” – Dominique Chantel Blaske

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