Endure

 I want to

Be pretty. 

I want to be 

Aware when peace descends 

In the midst of chaos 

I want to be my golden center 

In the palate of my landscape.

The further my eyes search 

Towards what I guess I 

Somewhere let go of, 

The calmer I am

Though

I may be going blind 

Probably just one eye.

This turns into a diary

Which it is not.

Sky, internal horizon, order and 

Balance

And I don’t much care to make too

Much effort anymore. 

Rain is endless, though.

I never thought I’d curse the 

Water

It’s a richness in a new iteration 

For me to integrate this 

Fallow ground into 

Its reason, as 

The less I go out looking for it the more it is what I want