Loose ligaments,
free-floating bones,
joints sliding out of place
at the slightest movement. [...]

My anger is my power gone awry

It is my aborted fight response
asking for a replay,
it is my soul’s foray
out of freeze mode
[...]

On Earth.
On.
Simple preposition.
Two innocent letters.
And yet.
So much distance between the two words.
[...]

My soul is old.
Ancient, even.
Battle worn, weary.
She takes frequent breaks.
Needs a lot of breathing room.
[...]

For the length of four strokes and a breath
everything                                          disappears.

The drought-stoked fires and unbreathable air.
Deathly earthquakes, floods and hurricanes.
Afghans dropping from departing planes.
The mutating virus fighting for its life just as we are for ours.
[...]

I stepped into the elusive zone–
Time suspended in service
Of the artistic flow—
Brain racing thrice as fast
As my fingers could follow,
[...]

Why do I write? I write to smooth the sharp and jagged edges of my mind. I write to find the clarity that comes when pen meets paper, and starts moving without thought or premeditation. I write to still the circular thoughts skating endlessly around the periphery of my mind.
[...]

The space in between
Is where it all begins
The gap between words
The silence within speech
[...]

A surprise break between clients
has my mind reeling
How best to spend
this gift of time?
[...]

As I attune to the heartbeat of the earth–
slow, steady, unhurried,,
drumming to an ancient rhythm
that pulses through the millennia—
[...]