A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
I’m just walking through a tunnel when I talk, when I write, just walk further inside, my mind a flashlight, eyes reading walls, my space, some tight fits, contorted, I wriggle within, minding to remember where I started, with confidence where I’m going, thinking, I’ve seen that and that before — remembering, and yet discovering the nuances of a maze ever funneling me here and then until I hit the dead ends, walls, chasms. my light gets dim, goes out. But, been through it before, feel brave as I journey toward light, possibly conclusion, until I look up and see it shining down from above, not releasing me from the cavern, but a temporary guide. and, I think about rest. but challenged, keep moving on, puzzling, hoping some serendipity, revelation worthy, as I speak my truths, ever-the-more evidentiary; yet, want to clamber the hard confines, clear my ears, trust to taste water dripping down walls into a bath, when I double back. This journey alone in my mind started with a comparative metaphor, I think. But nothing is perfect in what I accept as a beautiful mind. Now, where was I going with this? Another Spelunking might help, once I’ve had time to rest, if I can remember the purpose of these adventures. 3.23.22 4:51 AM Three days to another milestone. Roll a boulder over me. As yet, unedited |