how does one
get out of
this mess
she asks

I do not
know
I answer

lines
circles
entanglement

dark sky and no moon
fleeting images of clouds
grieving is my soul

she looks
at the
broken cup

just like
my life
she sighs

she picks
up the
pieces

undecided
what
to do next

plan
action
success

I like islands as
they let me escape
from the drudgery
of everyday life.
Once I land on an island
I cut off the rope
that secured my boat.
Then I open
my arms and heart widely
allowing freedom to replace
repression and fear.
After a while I am me again
and ready to take on
the impossible.
Then it is time
to take my mobile
out of my bag and check
my text messages.

red wine
white wine
you & I