pure possibility

July 4, 2018 by Michael Guerin

a page. blank
as the night sky
overcast with clouds.
or empty like a back road
bathed in pre-dawn light.
waiting for some words to hold
in bounded space.
a river of thoughts which flow
like mountain streams cold
and pure splashing from bank
to rock seeking ground.
a page to frame
your mind suspended in time,
to share a secret love
or spread more hate.
the page as neutral interface
for you to leave a mark
of light or darkness.