Emerge

I’d lost all my strength

The natural urge to create

My apartment became a mess

Even the ants left.

The spark to create was lost

The art that reignites my heart

Giving birth to what I believed

Had died and felt abandoned

On the stage of my masculine agency

LIFE became optional

LIVING was perfunctory

I GAVE nothing in return

FOR the kindness of others

REAPING emptiness and

SADNESS . . .

Finally awoken from this dream a

Dream of a sad, burrowed fog that

Lifted as my line-of-sight

Opened towards a doorway

Where I see all of you, your visage like
Comrades-in-arms gathering

At dawn, like sunlight-as-water
Spilling across the field of a new day.