Wednesday, June 22, 2011

spin and twirl

I embrace the rain.
I escape the
shrinking walls,
to soar on damp
passages that
steer me to a
fresh point
of view.
My eyes meet
the eyes of
the homeless,
the lost,
and the guide.
 I become
each one 
in turn.
I wait,
I search,
I follow.
Then aimless
and drifting
I spin and twirl
and lurch forward
toward home.
And there
find solace
in the songs
and whispers
of the
night.

6 comments:

cafe selavy said...

Drifting is never aimless. It will always take you somewhere. As your doctor, I recommend you go with it. It's worked for me :)

Rhonda said...

Thanks for the prescription Doc...I will drift accordingly!

br said...

a beautiful poem.!!!

chaos theory: we can't see the pattern until we get enough distance. :)) I am a drifter, semi-nomadic....I find solace in the most insignificant things. :)) have a nice drift. :))

Rhonda said...

Bea, I've never been very good at drifting but I think I'd like it!! :)

cafe selavy said...

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http://amycrehore.blogspot.com/

Rhonda said...

Thanks CS...a great site!