Spaced?

Tiring, this feeling
of being spaced out
It’s as if I am here
and yet there is doubt
Perhaps I am somewhere
else altogether
But I’m not sure that’s true
or even if whether
it’s right that I should be
elsewhere but right here
All that I know is
it’s not all that clear

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‘Que sera, sera’

“What would come, would come…and you would have to meet it, when it did.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

I would have moved mountains for you

I would have plucked all the stars

to line up

on the freckles on your face

We

.

Shake your head and say Silence only

Mocking the face of the day with Phantoms

Of what I might have said

What You may have Whispered;

Stairs & Visions

Swinging
gondolas on
the sea, we rock,
are swept, into the
roll and run and ring of

dream.

We are unsure of what can and cannot be;
we place our wishes down and wait.

Unright

.

Breath of Morning Light

Beating Pulse

Of something

Not right

Trepidation Flutters

.

Mystery Unfolds

Like Gossamer Wings against Pale Shadows,

Vigilance

.

Sharp as flint

In mists of Shallow Haze,

Unbroken glass

Upon the Bluster of Days;

Unsure

.

A Figment of my Imagination,

Once lost amidst the rock and shale of breaking day

Uncertainties, Certainties

Our words
Our lives
Stories of fish and pythons
Of worms and lions
Of squirrels and cows

Preponderance of Maybe…

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Maybe fills Uncertainty…

Wrapped in risk…

What if’s abound…

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