A Pensive Port

Opening the door
on a new atmosphere
as I think
and think
absorbing the threshold.

The coolness stings my eyes
but refreshes like
the feeling of dry
after canoeing in the sodden rain.

It all is
supposed to be
wilder than
what I leave behind

The Furies cry
but so do Muses call.

A peaceful tension
accompanies
my first step.

-1997/02/19-

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