Seek to find

    Searching. Searching I have uprooted my room
to the point of disaster created by a tornado running
wildly through it. Oh to pick up right now, right before
bedtime screams a no. So tomorrow becomes the day
of throwing away, packing up and giving.

    Standing here in the doorway, I lean my head
against the frame. Holding steady to a memory of
shyness. How, now, I swallow the lump in my throat,
pressing all that happened that day far from me.
Even though a smile overcame my rosy hot cheeks.
Still I would rather leave it all in a file.

   Now pressing inward. Drawing myself through the
room. I drift to the bed. I create a well manicured
bed. Almost an exclamation of perfection. Yes
does that even exist in this system of things? No.

   Hmm how seated nicely upon my comforter, I
prepare my thoughts of goals and hopes I must
pray to attain.

    Ah dear friend of mine, I hope that the early
morning hours are making your eyes heavy and
soon you close them for a few hours of sleep. Only
to awaken with a grand, mysterious smile on your
face because a thought of me drifted through your
mind and dreams.

   Ah yes I hope. Perhaps I hope too big but that
does not matter. All that does matter is that I am
hoping, keeping myself in tune with Jehovah and
praying for all that surround me.

   So this mess I have created in my room, I will
seek the item and find it. Then clean.

   Dear friend, please go to sleep as, I too, will be
laying my cinnamon swirl strands to the birdhouse
pillowcase. Then closing my eyelids for the six hours
I always hope for.

   So see you soon in the open air or in a dream.