Friday, September 3, 2021

The Flight to Krabi

Each day my head fills up
      with what I haven't said,
What they cannot hear
      or will not see as love.
I live, like this, in many ways alone,
      easing out my rope,
Unconscious of any
      connection ...

Until I dream, and others join
      as every decision I make
Is made for everyone,
      And the pieces of separation 
Fit to the puzzle
      so clean and strong
It seems like every decision
      is made for me ...

Yet I see, as the blinds start shining
      that I am free.