If the year that was
Is now over
Let me leave it there
I don’t want to take this lesson again
Squeezed
Through another pattern of stars
The constellation of a life
Burnt energy falling to earth
Muffled into conformity
Repeating steps built like code
Into DNA
Puppet on strings
I follow the trail
Higher and higher
Yet find no hands at these reins
Do we choose our own path
Or are we led
Like prize cattle
Into the abyss
Is there something higher
Up there
Or is it an intelligence
So broad
That we are mere particles
Flecks of dust
Raised by emotions
A whirl of energy passes
And splatters
Wings broken before we got here
So we appear as human
Yet we are more
A feather drifts
And I recall how it felt to walk with wings
Awkward
Until the updraft kicks in
Excellent! Really well said!!
Thanks 🙏 I had an hour or so of poetry flow for once so a few came together, still not back to snuff but the taps on again at least 🙂
You are very welcome!! Slowly, slowly, the bird builds the nest 😉 Hope you are all doing well. Best wishes for the new year! 🙂
I want the updraft to kick in, so I can leave this year behind. I like to think we are fee to explore our own paths.
Me too, so ready for 2021 – bring it on!