Renewing my world happens
in flashes of insight.
If I gaze across twilight
in dread of darkness impending,
I negate the incubating promise of restoration
with the breaking of morn;
I shun my own body, fecund with potential
percolating possibilities yet to be realized,
still unknown to me; tight buds yearning
to flower forth with rich expression,
tinged subtly in variegated hues.
Enormous prism of probable outcomes,
choices exploding before hungry eyes
eager to explore;
hopeful hands palpating a plethora
of paths snaking toward fulfillment;
ecstatic banquet, fueling future longing.