Scenes from the Journey: Whims of the Wind

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Each morning I open myself to the possibility.

To the best of my ability

at that particular moment

I open myself.

The eastern edge of the Milky Way

is a suggested destination.

Moving at the whim of the wind

would be a blessed boon.

Alas. The best of my ability,

though a great leap beyond my early efforts,

is still not good enough.

Opening, which sounds so simple,

is relative.

From the accessibility

of the opened book

to the meager, begrudged slit

of an almost-closed closet door—

openness ranges through its degrees.

At each level—

I can hardly deny it—

a little something slides in.

But I aim and ache for

the wide-openness

of floating

on the whims of the wind.

Scenes from the Journey