Waiting, watching, hoping for what doesn't seem to matter, for
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
today this mind is just settled into a state that seems to be
liquid and slow-moving.
Taking things in stride, letting self flow with inner tides
of an invisible ocean, waves rising and crashing in time and
in tune with an interior music.
Playing in a delicate tone, touching feelings and emotions
somewhat hesitantly, timidly, yet steadily, keeping in time
with musical rhythms.