Catharsis: 365 days of poetry

79: lone wolf meets art student.

Sitting in the meadow,
sun heat going through my shirt all black,
UV lights stinging, making me mellow,
across my upper and lower back.

I'm having my first conversation in months,
with someone I met from past motions.
Maybe now, maybe for once
I can give myself a chance to be open.

Filled with expectations,
that is what this person reminds me.
A head-full of imagination,
that is who I want to be.