by Joanna

Much of the time
you equals three, maybe four
morphing through plasmic states
opening the door
ripping it off the hinges of necessary
this is the time to make the spiral jump
and when we are ready
we will find a new sun burning
just over the edge of the horizon
a deeper flame
a sometimes bluish hue begins to make the leap
until we are moved to change
and find our faces smiling
joy over tears
moving forward before the past haunts again