4D

It took some time to get here.
The metronome of silver stands tick off
the choices I still don't know how to make.
I'm far behind my mission.
But, I hear, I'm right on time.

Can't seem to speak kindly to my insides.
The guilt of making it rain with time.
I made amends with the wrong path.
My roots are wide but shallow.
Here, I speak the symptoms.
There, I find the cause.

Cold fingers reach for the wobbles of light
cutting through the shadows.
I know I'm already there. It's already done.
Why do I feel half of the whole?
I see myself through another set of eyes.
What am I doing?
What have done?

I've found myself in another space.
Picked up, like a child,
and carried to the door to another life.
I have opened the door.
Now, I'm trying to adjust
to the momentary blindness of my ignorance.

It took some time to get here.
Do you know the way?

Winter

It's cold and dark
and somewhere in my mind
I thought I was flowing
flowing towards something
but now I'm here

Into myself
although my humble-conceit is put aside
there are so many other things
reminding me how little I really am

Listening to the splatters of
what could be rain
my edges are cracking
and the sky is falling
which makes my face leak

Pieces of me are rearranged against my will
I pull out the dangling bits of fibers
falling from my guts
the pain is too real
the love too much
the touches too missing

And then I feel it
the heat
sapping away the soggy past
the heat
I know I will meet
as the light of Spring