Alive and catching on

By Shastri Frank Ryan

Alive and catching on
is an open ocean swept by winds of fifty knots,
is utter calm in the middle of the day,
the love you never thought you’d find
stepping right into the elevator,
is the puzzle that haunts you for hours
only to resolve on the outbreath,
is the undercurrent of fear
when crowds gather in stadiums,
is finally finding the right words,
is the scent of rhododendrons on Howth,
brilliant white light pouring down,
gentle warmth of your skin,
piercing sound of cantering horses,
taste of tamarind,
and the open, reckless abandon
of this unborn fullness of now

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