Here I am

wondering how I might

move from one spot to another.

I have watched the night sky grow

letting time coast past my window.

When our mind

reacts to the still hour

we would welcome an answer

mild response suggests only smaller

needs easily forgotten again.

I would like

to understand the confusion

that circle of life that winds

my head into this enigmatic pulse,

the breathing tubes of concern.

Night sky now

holds the beams that seek

our eyes to recognize concepts

of life far greater than our own;

yet we still wonder about today.

I will sing

a lullaby that brings peace

to my broken heart, my anguish

that part of me that hangs tight

resilient to a caustic atmosphere

One more day

sometimes that’s all I need

to step away from indecision

the warm sunlight of morning

will again erase the pain.