I tilt my head for a different view.
.
Maybe shake and rattle my brains,
hop on one foot and then another
until a calmer balance regains.
In the throes of that blurred vision
each breath is an obscured sun.
Repeatedly I tell myself
it's only a temporary thing,
that the clouds will clear
and the birds again will sing.
Worries, doubts and fears do swirl,
yet beneath the murkiest waters
a bed of smooth pebbles wait
rounded and worn by time's scuttle
unbelieving in a predestined fate.
Keeping afloat with my eyes to the sky
riding the ripples to an even keel,
I set my arms as oars and navigate
my way to a more peace filled feel.
mj
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