Release and Catch

Discouraged, I threw all my poems in the air

calling, “Mother of Chaos!

Organizing Energy! Take them!

Wash them in Your winds of change

and I will raise my arms to You

and catch them if I can.”

Well, I was out of breath and worn out

when I’d gathered up the rags and tatters

but I had poems

that were never there before!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018