Blank Pages
every streaming color
of the mind’s kaleidoscope
sends me into vertigo
I mistakenly believe I must be true
to these fluctuations
though I am no more obligated
to trace these shapes
than I am required
to color inside the lines
Five pelicans soaring
light as clouds
spiral their languorous way
to their friend floating in the lake
There is no preset midair path
no blinking lights to guide them
They are free to close the distance
between them and their friend
any way they choose
They remind me I’m here
to dream and create
on the blank pages of this lifetime
