In Transit

The thrill of the unknown
the vastness of potential
my life spreads before me
each path a silken web of choice
but I have no need to tread lightly
for I am the spider.

Change

Drifting in the squalor of mediocrity
my nose catches a new scent
riddling through a haze of contentment.
It comes from somewhere new-
and familiar at the same time.

I don't know where it comes from,
but I like it-
and both fear and hope
that it leads me on.

Change is in the air.

A Million Poets

How many poets
artists and writers
have lived
and died
with silenced pen
and invisible brush
because they never
learned how
to plaster their souls
on a blank page?