by Carmen H Gray
One of these days I’ll get it right
I’ll learn to lean into the lightness of the wind
And I’ll borrow a song from the sea
I’ll set all sadness aside and I’ll mend
The hollowed out grief inside of me
One of these days I’ll not care one bit
I’ll find myself nonplussed from the fuss
Regardless of the constant lurch
And pivot turns, going backwards, thus
I’ll regenerate regardless, like a silver birch
One of these days, I’ll surprise myself
I’ll look back on it all and smile inside
I’ll peek at the front of the tapestry, whole
And get the messiness of the other side
While I hum a hymn that resides in my soul
One of these days, you’ll understand, too
One of these weeks, or months or years
You’ll glide like that red-tailed hawk in the sky
Aware of what from below appears
Seeing everything from afar and nearby
Monarca Rising 