I am being pitched out into the world and told:

"Create. Fulfill. And no excuses. Not anymore.
Time is running out, and you know it."

I need this space for the little green sprouts
shooting up from the murky snow of my creativity.

I implore blessings from Ganesh,
and watch his feather-light dance on the backs of mice.

An: Active search for poetic expression. The time has come again.