New Plate

The plate was too full,
Cluttered and bulging.
The sight of it sickened me.
I threw it up against the wall
And shattered its very existence.
None of it was what I wanted.
I had just taken a bit of all that was there.

The rains came
And washed the walls of indifference.
The sunshine faded the settled away.
And in the twinkling of a moonbeam,
The delights of my yearning heart appeared!
Out of illusion and detached nonsense,
Out of nothing but glorious energy,
Dreams came about thru a multitude of business!
The nonexistent possible
Came to be.

-jenn long