With Outstretched Arms
by Lauren Taub Cohen
The frosty sea glass air
scatters my words
like dainty dandelion seeds
taken flight by the might
of their wispy wings.
I have no idea
how far they will travel,
where they will land,
or if any,
will take root.
My job is simply
to write
without constraints
or concerns
for future results.
I find freedom
in not knowing –
permission to enjoy
the creative process
and the courage
to wade into
this mystery
that has already
begun to guide me
beyond
what I thought
possible.
