Thoughts move snail-like
Across the parched fields
Shimmering particles flow
Blows the wild wind
Invisible.
Sinking in the depths
Of mornings unexpected dose
The reality of life
Shifting into quicksand seconds
Lost in the depths
Clawing for release.
Where is the rope left carelessly behind
The fibers twined tight
Anchoring the weight
Of the silent scream
Below the surface
No relief.
Eyes close in submission
Aching for a moment’s peace
A plea to the stars forgotten
Too busy cleaning cosmic dust
In buckets of sand lost
From the hourglass broken
Standing still again
Unmarked passing
Of a mirage of normalcy.
Just one of those days…….
Peace, Love and Patchouli 