Whence I Am At.

Fathoming the depth of now, patience waits.
I am not tomorrow, and yesterday's ghost
while learning is current electric
that doesn't have a shutoff notice.

Understanding why I wait for one already here,
perhaps I can move forward, a green light
in my own life instead of so many
others that heed. Good question;
Do I harken to my own Voice?

I am no emotional cripple, and road weary
has been replaced with a fantastic voyage
thus I prepare and soon prepay.
Perhaps living without is it's own poverty?

Pondering answers my puzzle pieces lay down
fitting and befitting, I am open above
as open below, grounded yet in my
purpose, stability a friend as am I.

I am okay with being here now, even without answers.

Chris Whitenack © 2014