I don’t care to live a small life.

I have just come from my Adirondack

chair, waiting outside,

for the thunderstorm

which has painted the sky a rich and angry blue,

the wind kissing me with its silver mouth,

all the way across the sky.

Listen to me, open your heart,

open your eyes, open your hands

offer your soul in sacrifice to the clouds.

Pay attention every single day,

to what your heart whispers,

that you

really wish to do.

I don’t care to live a small life,

of regrets.