Drifting
I paused for a moment to let my thoughts meet and I wonder where I drifted off to…
a journey that immediately became this poem where Melancholy seems too heavy to wear in this moderate sunshine and blissful seems too loud for this muted sunrise and Blue has no connection within the spectrum of my burnt orange and shaded fuchsias but even they seem too bright as I am floating through the space of sleeping and awake searching for something that has no name silently grinning because its warm here,
in this place of calm,
where the wind isn’t blowing and light is halfway between bold and afraid and all of my parts can enjoy the solitude of this awkwardness and complete lack of understanding…
Yes.
I think I like it here,
this space with no definition and no name with no sunshine and no stains and no need to be anything other than…
free
(c) 2009 Brandelyn N. Castine
