This trajectory
is awkward and out of joint;
feelings wash over me.
***
This feeling swells up
from my gut into the flesh
of my heart. Tears drop.
***
Pages stacked, one on
top of the other; a mere work.
A labor of love.
***
The window closes;
slow ascent. Then, opaque blockage.
Motion ceases; pause.
***
Sitting still, stuck with
wonder and confusion here.
I do not know…*sigh
***
Refresh, looks, searches…
Something new, something telling.
Effort returns void.
***
The ease at which the
words pour out in connected
thoughts…like I am home.
***
I cannot do this–
insurmountable demand.
Hear beat, warm feel; yields.
***
A soul knows a soul?
Unforgettable knowing…
A soul knows a soul.
***
Uneven terrain laid
out before my trepid steps.
Left foot, right foot; blind.
***
I’ve got this, I’ve got…
(I don’t know how to do this!)
…this, I’ve got this, I’ve got this.