Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

There had to be another chapter, I think.And, so, I decided to pick this up from here and make do with some poetryand make do what I have instead of thinking about the things that I don’t have, or that I’ve lost. I never wanted to leave, per se, but I left just the samebecause this is how the cards came outAnd so, I folded my hand.and lost my betwhich is one of my pet peeves. Losingwithout playing . . . I never wanted anything to change but now that everything has changed, I suppose I want the unreachable things to come back to me, or if at all possible, I want to find the same thing, which is newwhich is better and stronger and more lifesaving than the dose of medicineor the remedy for the everyday curse, which we face on an everyday basis. I am envisioning myself now, endless rivers, beautiful shores, long and anticipated freedoms and galaxies of relief, pouring in like the Milky Way of waterfalls pouring over me with the floods of excess and purified joy. No more tomorrowNo more…