The twinklings dizzy daddle,
pad elder skin and wade me through.
Sometimes I wonder if these flickerings
were what guided me to you.
Sometimes I wonder who can guide me,
wade me through the yellow dots
that hide me.
Alas, there's only one to do so, who so
as I have experienced needs more than just a flash.
I guess a flash can be deceiving, I'd rather then
start in darkness and start weaving a network
of my own, a garment to be sewn.
What is useful information, what is worthwhile to do,
I could never know for certain which place I have to go.
To start where I stand, is to look around at what is here.
To accept what is, is to walk from where I stood, not bothered
by distractions that just seem too good.
And when my two overarching goals conflict,
I feel the spots constrict me. All I'm left with
is to wait and try again. As sometimes nothing is the answer
to bravery requiring questions.
As we all stumble, as we all, as we all.
And to be true, seems to me, is then
to wait and try again.