Whispered Wanderings

The Way That’s Mine

The words don’t want to come today;
I sense them there though
hiding beneath wells of emotion
diving deeper when I get too close
snickering at my attempts to tease them out.
Stubborn, just like me:
making me wait at their whim when I’m ready, and
no patience at all when I’m not.
But that’s just my way, I say,
as if anyone’s even listening,
as if I’m even listening.
Knowing that as usual
I’m the one who puts me here
in this land of in between,
indecision again becoming
a destination unaware.

klm
4/6/22