It was a long winter
Of introspective writing
A season of getting lost
In the scribbled memoirs of my life
And in the ruminations of my past
Mornings spent going nowhere
Running around in circles
With my thoughts trapped
In a two dimensional world
Of sticky notes
And squares of paper
Or stuck between the lines
Of a new poem in the making
But when the afternoon sun
Comes shining down
It lights up the pages
Of my imaginary places
And my attention quickly shifts
From my computer and my desk
To the beauty of the sky
And the world outside
Turning my 2D poetry world
Into a three dimensional box
And then I’m climbing out
Along an escape line
Headed for the clouds
Like Jack in the Beanstalk
Leaving my writing behind
But bringing my memories along
For they accompany us everywhere