a poem

About a week ago I wrote this poem. It encapsulates this new season of my life--a season of becoming fully alive, fully present. "unleashed" Foolish was I to ignore that tremor beneath my feet, a hungry inferno yearning to rise and touch the lips of free blue sky. Then I watch liquid flame burst, spill over ugly crest, a fiery tidal wave pushing over scraggly weeds that half-heartedly grew on sterile embankments; it swallows alpine plateaus, burns beauty into summit side with breath-stealing speed: at last this once-dormant heart has erupted.