0071 - lost poem number one

As I mentioned at the end of my last post, I recently found a cache of quotes and poems in my old Google Keep. Among these, I was surprised to see more than one poem written by young me (and many of them are quite good, probably even better than what I would be able to write today)! I want to give these a new home, so every now and then I'll be sharing one of them here. I haven't yet gone through all of them, so they'll come in no particular order. To start, here's one from Oct 2018 that struck me as especially vivid. A deeper love was born, in the moment, a firefly in a warm breeze, a glowing droplet in a meadow. A touch of warm milk, tenderness and despair coursing through the rivers of my body. When is the time, which is the road. Unnerving, relentless, chipping away at what we hold dear. From our own, freedom can't be. A drop of water, a whisper of rain, the beauty of a moment. Can we hold it? It is still, a fish can't be caught outside of running water. What calmness, in a summer…