Matthew Nienow

How to Love the Unfinished Dream

There it is again — that
little pop of possibility

sparking in my brain.
It’s an effervescent joy

I can map out fully
in my mind from blue-

prints to the manual.
I have all the tools

even & the know how.
O, what a bit of bare sky

& sun will do
to a winter mood.

It is the purest heaven —
& the only kind

I believe in: brief
& ending the very moment

awareness mounts
the stone staircase

of the mind. It was
good though, wasn’t it?

That little bite of bread
after so long without —

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