Anything

I can pick you up.
But not for long.
You're taking off in another direction.

All my life is waiting.
Folding paper.
I watch the light on a different horizon.

Light floods through the pane.
Floodplains flood with rain.
I pass the day with a vacant inflection.

I'm not your anything.
It's been so long.
Standing still in a constant state of movement.

This is a waltz without a body.
And it's not a calm but a calling.
Just like drops of rain we're falling.
The cycle soothes through rhythmic loops, the law of rearranging.

Synapse star maps
Guide everything.
So glad to be anything at all.

Sky crane sea plane
Left brain stutter start.
My bones and brain may brawl, I block the call.

Figured out that
Falling down transforms
a self to one that sheds the shroud, standing tall.

We're whole for now,
but soon the score,
is tallied up and filed down at City Hall.