Starting Gate Redux

what if we thought of ourselves at the start of the race
not in the last hour
what if we dreamed ourselves into the buds

not yet the flowers
seems like a trick of the mind a mind at play
some may say. and turn away.

I think that it might work
to tell the mind there's so much more
for you to find on earth

to see and to be
to find your place in the mystery ever shifting
ever gathering stardust in the whirlwinds.

let's try. not to rust.
or turn too early into dust.
to find ourselves again
lostin the morning skies.

mary angela douglas 17 april 2020;rev. 16 may 2020