the flush of irritation

of edged moments

exacerbating the hollow lack

information missing

but then…

experienced, it fades

sifting back into dust

no longer needed

it vacates

leaving an opportunity for peaceful thoughts


Wherever you go…

there is comfort in uncertainty

when you are not sure where the waves will take you

salted water supports bodies foreign to its nature

there is delight in not knowing

which wind will take you

buffeting in the dive, ruffled in lazy circles

there is joy in home

finding it is located inside you

a turtle with no shell