This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
you hold the keys
worry creates waves
where no waves ought to be
generates an anguish
the opposite of free
try to change the past?
you won’t get too far
puppeteer the future?
good luck on that sandbar
worry diverts eyes
from what is in plain view
brings your full attention
to deep inside just you
you can miss your life
deep inside that box
the one that worry makes
you hold the keys
you made the locks
a middle way
a world full of distraction
so much out there to see
as I wade through these rivers so wide
I risk a losing of me
what if instead I peer inside
to the smaller, quieter things
explore the landscapes of my own mind
what inner adventures might bring?
the way feels more in the middle
a place where focus will turn
as the shore meets the sea and the roots and the tree
we need both inner and outer to learn