Green Room. March 18, 2014. [Poem]

There grows a restless punch.  My soul hankering anew, untried. Nagging, prodding, its hum the underlying pitch louder every morning.   It is the single, clear tuning note from which the orchestrations of life must swell and sing.  Courageous Departures, Outstanding Risks, Limitless Adventure - the score and soundtrack.   Wake the birds!  Wake the … Continue reading Green Room. March 18, 2014. [Poem]