A new day has arrived,
And as new scenes arise
To the forefront of my mind,
I run deep with them
Into the wild of my thoughts.
Not thoughts alone, though,
But rather places and things.
Organize these things, I do,
With poetry anew each day.
Then with my thinking in line
I sit down to write,
A story about the future
And things of current political debate
To publish in a short story series someday.
Poetry makes for me an escape to write and
To clear my mind and let imagination ride
Freely down the one-way avenue of my mind
Toward dreams, new thoughts, and places, oh delight!