Storm
Wake up dull
Day feeling off
Face buried in pillow
Foiling the morning brightness
Not even the chattering songs of the birds
To carry me from this growing unease
Can I scramble back into sleep?
Dreams welcoming
With open eyes and open arms
Showing me what I cannot yet see
Only remnants to prod me
An aftertaste ebbing in the light
But no, the wall is solid now
Up, up and away
My heart revving
The wings of a bird fluttering in my chest
Feather tips beating against rib cage
Nowhere to fly, no room for breath
Fear coloring thin air
Scanning for traces of sin
Heavy as it feeds on itself
Echos of a wail
If only I could breathe
Knots twitching tight against sinewy neck
Guts crawling up throat
Heart in a fist, nails digging in
Mouth pressed shut, line curving down
Pulled by the weight of gravity
Slogging along, shrill voice lashing
Rebar dragged on concrete
Bones scratching skin
I cannot smite it out
I think I can I think I can
Running away from me
Gulping air into belly
Hands out to steady
And feel what I cannot sense
But which I know is there
There are signs everywhere
If I can stop the spinning
And just look
The rise and fall
Rhythmic infinite
Waves lapping against shore
Shifting moon glowing in the sky
Blood pulsing through my veins
Always movement
Endless and ever new
Beneath our feet
Slightly out of reach
Beginnings and endings
Circling back, you will see
Nothing to be done
Only here to be
Embrace the Paradox 