Endings and Beginnings

It was April 28th, a Tuesday, situated
two days closer to May. Something
unclear, vague, shifted just beyond
my sight.

Perhaps it was my over worked
imagination, a mind focused
entirely on the abstraction of
reality, or the discord of a
symphony that was playing
in my head.

Perhaps it was due to the
softness of edges I found
in words and metaphors
re-arranging themselves
when I picked up my pen.

Or, perhaps it was the paper’s
refusal to stay still when
the ink presented itself with
genuine ideas, when it was
looking for fantasies.

Maybe it was all of these
things, but on this 28th day
of Poetry Month, a Tuesday
full of near endings,
you walked into my life.

Aztec Warrior / redzone 4.28.2026