Beyond the shelter of white chalk
I've stepped out
Unto some kind of uneven ground
into swirling mists, and moving lights
Almost able to peer into
The future, but not quite
What I had expected does not
make sense into nonsense
Still, an absence of fear
For which I am grateful
but suspicious,
for when do we leave that behind?
Suspiciously excited step
Cautiously edging step
Uncertain bridging step
Kill expectation step
"Maybe there is nothing,"
said in the hope of something.
~inspired by choir practice, ronan, warwick, oxford, chat, proud without pride, shining eyes, lost and looking for dinner, a cut on the hand, fumble-mumble
No comments:
Post a Comment