year two

year two
I took a few more steps away
from the cracked egg shells
but it felt longer than one or two strides
stomps, scurries, sprints

circadian beat
becomes a consistent rhythm
almost too comforting
making the path a bit less rocky
roots penetrate the cool, drying soil

the sun
its tantalizing reflection
it’s bright – or is it blinding me?
no sense of direction
yet I run the same route

new souls
enter my life, intermingling
rekindling connections from past-lives
evolving completely new linkages
but who else is out there?

decorations up
in the matchbox
inside, I snore, scream, share.
my own space, my home, finally.
a dungeon, a one-man agora

ambition spikes
how do I fill my time?
tire out my eyes
screens, pages, the sun
an itch to feel, to enliven

year three:
peace?