What’s past, too far to fathom
What’s ahead, enveloped in mist
You hang here, on the moment
Breathing in and out the shifts
Holding off the plummeting
And on the ready to alight
Fear in your heart wishes
Sudden deep hibernation
Inside a sanctuary of choice
Sheltering in the soft fur
Of instinctual self-preservation
Unbeknownst to you, bounding
And leaping within something that
Can’t be monetized or weaponized
Or timed is the shifting kaleidoscope
Of your inner patterns, your joys and wonders
Yearnings refusing to be lolled or lured
May they turn into a boulder, staunchly stuck
To deviate a course or a multitude of pebbles
Specks of stone rolling in perpetual motion
Set to alter this river bed and flow.
Benicia, 15 February 2025
Cover image: Zingy kaleidoscope, from Pinkoi website.