night passes slowly,
the air conditioner hums and burbles.
he turns in bed
and the mattress wobbles.
from each point endless threads
span out in all directions.
I am not lost,
I have a wealth of choices.
my heavy, tense, vibrating heart
can soften and slow down.
each strand seems
like a feeble wisp
but eons are built
on this.
these paths
are enough.
the bed is still
and he sleeps.
the hum sings and gurgles
like a wise, rattling drone.
from here my freedom is infinite
yet each choice is the same.
peace comes only
when I accept it.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
night passes slowly,
the air conditioner hums and burbles.
he turns in bed
and the mattress wobbles.
from each point endless threads
span out in all directions.
I am not lost,
I have a wealth of choices.
my heavy, tense, vibrating heart
can soften and slow down.
each strand seems
like a feeble wisp
but eons are built
on this.
these paths
are enough.
the bed is still
and he sleeps.
the hum sings and gurgles
like a wise, rattling drone.
from here my freedom is infinite
yet each choice is the same.
peace comes only
when I accept it.