Stationary but racing

     Stationary is the soul yet the mind is racing,
pulsing strong. Even my heart beat is soft, calm. Ah
the variety of words that await and erupt inside my
mind. How to hold quiet and place them as they are
needed? Ah it is so very hard.

    So many words caress my mind. Not memories.
Just letters climbing up and over to form a new role.
How all can be accomplished inside one paragraph
is truly entertaining. Uncertain of their placement,
I patiently wait for the poem to be completed.

   Soft are the wandering whispers. Soft are the
ticklish laughs falling in between stanzas. Oh the
play of wanted space is closing in. How can I contain
the joy that fall?

   La. Gently the mind states a grand scene. The
displayed of sights, sounds and scents overwhelm
my soul. One by one the feet step back from all.

   Am I shocked? Oh no. Just the surprising of warmth
given. The moment of finally understanding of
tenderness splashed across eyesight. A soft hug of
joy that surrounds me, clings to my spirit.

   How else should I respond but with gratitude and
acceptance? One day all my foolishness will be gone
and the wisedom will soothe those wild strands.

   Ah yes, one day indeed. As for today I just press
upon my spirit a smile of hope.

  Smile with me if you want for the joy that echoes
throughout your soul and helps your spirit shine!