Endlessly Moving Maps

August 19

Endlessly Moving Maps

I try to survive by memorizing the chaos. I do well up to five layers deep and then lose it, as the details become too great. I am staking my life on my ability to track the patterns in a storm while at the same time treading water. I think this skill kept life and breathe in me for many years, but now I fear I’ll drown in this roiling mass. I must touch down my tender toes and learn to walk this twisting path and keep a pace with this spinning world. Everything moves and I am overwhelmed. I have forgotten my flesh and blood nature; have mistaken myself for a stone, one which dare not roll, one which has no part in this endlessly moving map.

Be honest with your toes

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SATISFACTION

Satisfaction is like a marble in my pocket.

Formed when correctness was still red hot

And my sponsor rolled my mind until I was whole.

I sigh and square my shoulders

I know I am up to any task.

I am skilled with my tools and know well the talents

Of my intimates and helpmates.

I am not invincible but I am capable.

I value who and what I am today.

I sleep the sleep of a person

Not a hostage or captor, I am me.

I have a marble in my pocket

And it reminds me of the world.

I have a world within me

Knowing how to live with that

Is a great satisfaction.