I make things complicated for myself and chaotic, so I feel unsettled, and then the challenge is to make something structured and complete emerge from that.
❤️Jessica Stockholder
I am packing for a trip. A short jaunt. But packing unsettles me. Do I really need 3 pairs of shoes? What if it rains? Where are my sunglasses?….and the beat goes on, la dee dah. Experience has shown that I overpack. If I’m not careful I will let my joy get stolen. And the ransom may be more than I want to pay.
So I’ve taken a breather. My packing will be complete. It always does. I am writing a poem to celebrate my freedom from packing blues, spilling chaotic thoughts, into a summer night wind that’s reflecting summer’s heat. ❤️
As the wind
my mind is wafting
in and out
of conscious thought
whirling in a sea
of mysteries
Stirring up what
they aught not
Breathing in
unsettling whispers
knocking down
old barriers worn
Ancient beliefs
toppled
scattered
scorned
anticipating
wintry storms
mulling
o’r what really matters
life
Unsettled as the wind. vcl©️
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