Whisper the day

Lead me where I need to be

For I’m drawn to paths I float to

I pave the roads I don’t belong to

I still find strength

hold

it shall come

on both hands, I stand

we’re whole

still drawn

curl up, and rest

or hold, and be one

inhale

then give in.

I opened my eyes in the morning, still worried about the fate of the sixth slice of the tourte de canard that was planned for a…