It is not
A blank piece of paper
Nor do I wish it to be
My past
Calls out my future
I have no need
For a clean slate
A new beginning
I do want
To see
To think
To be brave
Allowing truth
To guide
©Thomas Bergum 2017
The dawn is when
My thoughts are clear
Introspection
Or way out there
A voice within
Has things to say
Before the clutter
Of the day
©Thomas Bergum 2017
I am a farmer
I cast seeds
Of thought
Scattered freely
By the winds of whim
They are fed
By sun
And moon
And sentences appear
Some rooted
In reality
Others
Mirthfully propagate
When harvested
Fresh morsels of delight
Or
Mushy tubers
Best kept out of sight
©Thomas Bergum 2017
I am in exile
Removed from activity
My walls
Hold solitude
And when
I accept
My place
And when
I breathe deeply
Settling into
This reality
I am able
To find my way home
© Thomas Bergum 2017
