Freshening

Looking for a way to say hello,
To say goodbye. To feel a glow,
To feel a freedom half forgotten.
Lost on a lake's weedy bottom,
'Mongst cobwebs of radom and rant.

Groping softly, fulla tender care.
Following whimsy here'n'there,
Everywhere it settles squarely.
Never nearly finishing fairly.
Whimsy guts the guide.

Recent words spring up and on,
Tickles a recoil, make it gone.
Cosy up in secluded hut,
That floats serene over gluey rut.
Breath the clean air in now.

Ride the current on an even keel,
Grant the instant power to heal,
Stoke the fire of slumbering zeal,
Facilitate all that you feel,
And write, write, forever write.