Cool against my sweaty brow I feel the breeze
Pouring through the open window of wild opportunity
Untamed rebellious hazardous hungry
The wildness draws fear and lust
Putting me in danger of glory and ruin alike
I cannot stay here but I am afraid to go
And so into the night I leap
Shards of hesitation swirling in my wake
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Thick-Sprinkled Bunting”)
Life Immense 