After spending time outside
Its hard to step back inside.
It jolts uncomfortably
Causing moments of loss;
A loss of control over situations,
Surroundings.
In these moments of
Fleeting surrender
I am in the hands of the guardians.
Keep or kill they whisper to one another;
Pain-full or pain-less?
I stood back and watched my universe
Stop for a while.
A gentle acceptance of could have been fate.
No struggle, no fight.
As the hands of those I trust deeply,
Full of pain, came to my rescue.
I surrendered too easily, not knowing when or how to fight,
Choosing that time to try to fly.
I would have become the wind
The dust that sits on every embryo
Protecting, nurturing, comforting.
Drawn down deep inside every being
And flung back out again at a thrilling speed.
Not that much different from now,
I chuckle to myself,
I'm just made with more earth,
More places to hurt.
And it's still just as ethereal,
Demanding and
It dissipates just as quickly
as it coagulates.
