I can feel something coming
Door, transition, whatever
The fear of cracks in the masonry
Talking on the same circuitous paths
That I have gazed down with intrepidation
From the corner of my untrusting eye

Conversations changed
With others
With myself
With God
Will my complacency freeze me here in the uncomfort zone?

For it to begin in the stagnant eddy of sloth
Seems ironic to me
Squandered moments before departure
Have saved me from growing before
And yet I can not promise I will

Always will

Always will stops me from the road back
Into the wonder of a child’s learning and dreams
The nightmares that have been dutifully forgotten
Wrapped in roles and substitutes

Willing I ask myself
Willing I hold myself
Willing I brace myself
For the pain and miracles to come.