Outer Spaces Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staring out into space.
Aware of wind blowing and shaking trees wildly by their limbs.
Not wanting to concentrate on anything inside my mind.
Feeling somewhat restless - insecure.
Testing memories made anew.
Finding safety within, lights the way to a new beginning.
Stepping lightly past whatever's been done to go on - moving forward to the next day's sun.
Leaving everything outside my mind, I concentrate on what I have begun.
Life opening up to swallow me in - only this time I am whole.
I am one. I am done.