Robert Castagna

There’s an empty space—
a window, high up
where my dark thoughts
Subside
Hurricanes within
they anchor to a time
where I thought less and less
of what I amounted to
Into the air—drifting
across the busy street
expanding, they disappear
like leaves
Swirling above
the rush of people—
oblivious to the rustling sound
of the wind
that stirs
and keeps me up at night
What sunshine is held
within these leaves?
a hidden change—
I become
Part of the larger world,
a synthesis of light and dark
that breathes—
Breathes
releasing the hold
on that small vision of myself