The Updraft

Long ago,
I gave up searching for ways
To rationalize accelerating days
Because the only sure calculation
Was wasting them with hesitation
Talking to the doctor
And lying on the chaise
Searching for those ways,
Wasting all those days...

I let go when I had a dream to call home
A sparkler in my pocket
Writing names, dates, and places
In blank spaces in my mind.
What beautiful cursive it wrote
Crooked and continuous
Through one stream of
Soft, soothing smoke.

This is finding comfort in defining flaws
This is dressing up for your conference calls
This is swimming my waters you lovingly test
This is
What is
To say
The best
I've been.
This love is a kite, and it's caught in the wind...