Making Sense
Of myself
Picking up the duster
Wiping off the words
Washing down the blackboard
I am feeling free as a bird.
Cleaning up collateral
Making pieces fit
Tidying up the table
And knowing when to quit.
Making sense of myself
The new view version
Cutting to the quick
And I am uncovering aversion.
Knowing where I’m going
Treading on new ground
Throwing the superfluous out
I am keeping what I’ve found.
Muddled by the mystery
I forgot who I was
Doing things my way
The reason is in another clause.
Distance is a dynamo.
That has my heart pumping.
Order the ignition
That has the senses jumping.
Now I can articulate
And use my freewill
Openness the energy
Circumstance the pill.
Removing explanations
The print left on the floor
The fresh breeze that’s blowing
Through my open door.
©
David Rudder
2022
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