maelstrom

tide
the power inside
found buried beneath restraint
rises in my eyes

the wait
elusive and still
my words hide in quiet places
as I find my way

scattered impressions
a waiting time
while thoughts/words
mix and move
beneath the surface
I am not able to...
even now
so close, yet
out of reach
they dance
in and out of shadow
and brush against my face

and so I write....

Again
ignoring the signs
still I went down an old path
the end seen sooner

though not quite the same
the scenery has changed

and I have grown wings

laughing to myself (after the kicking)
Why do we choose to take the same, broken, path sometimes?
running in circles
each revolution
etching deeper
into our psyche
all for learning
ours
theirs
hopefully finding us in a slightly different
better
place than before
reaching, stretching, grasping
emotions as thin, curling wisps of pearly light
running through my fingers
others
absorbed

hope
a powerful reason

essentials

dreaming
As I push words back,
gently I keep them waiting
until I awake

cannot make the time I would like to right now
it's all there coalescing in the background
the necessary chaos that precedes and accompanies - change