I’m back
No surprises that anxiety is rife and with a face.
As poetry in my life again takes its place.
As things change a darkness looms.
A tight throat, a wincing grimace becomes more frequent.
A confusing outcome is ever present.
It’s Controlled for now but uncertainty on for how long.
When one is bad but the other is fine, then one can carry the other Devine.
But when both are somber, woeful and breaking.
The cracks turn to holes and the holes start aching.
I miss Home. Someone else’s home but Home all the same.
I miss the volume and now the silence brings me pain.
I find myself looking forward to less.
My drive and motivation have stopped at a station.
My hope is that it’s just a delay due to inclement weather.
And not a cancellation.
