release

yearning
had strangled my days
and nights
so fiercely,


with a thirst
to once again
feel the mountain's
wild heartrending roar.


and a need
to hear freedom
waft back
far beyond the shore.


twisted, tied, and
taut with desire,
a deluge poised impotent
upon untended lips,
seeking succour
through cold fingertips.





a strike breaks.





wind,
and
rain,
and
thunder begin their scry:

love
and purpose,
once again
on the rise.



are you ready?