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                                I’d shrug
                                I didn’t mind
                                I’d go along
                                I grew up
                                it wasn’t enough
                                I took a step alien
                                and awkward

                                and find each time
                                that the shoal has
                                gone the other way

                                enough is enough
                                time to return myself
                                to myself
                                alert and settled
                                wherever I are





acceptance wormhole: the pleasant land / of counterpane
attention & being wormhole: unspectacularly / unexpectantly / undulatingly
childhood wormhole: eighth birthday // now
doing wormhole: only
life wormhole: staying alive