Breeze

Let the breeze blow through,

blow through you,

cleansing in the corners,

clearing from within,

the old that's stayed

for far too long,

taking stock what to

throw in the air, to be

carried away to the

swarming arms of fate,

the new needs the room,

welcome it now as the

same wind-tides carry

your scented imports,

something novel, foreign

delights, from high across

untraveled boundaries

to your open door,

make space, receive it,

let the breeze blow through,

blow through you.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013