To begin is to hear
the crunch of sneakers against morning dew pavement
to spread good like misty perfume and
carry joy as an anchor and paddle
a moment is the sum of action and intention
where our hearts rest, is where we will wake up
place a few alarm clocks within the boxes on your calender
this way of living needs a tune up
to change is to rip out and regrow
deep roots are chains
a new beginning is the lines on our fingertips
always there if we look close enough.
-n.J.bellacicco
@njb.poetry
