Float

Here I sit,
Waiting in The Wings,
Floating in The Wind,

At The Disposal
Of Chance or Change,
Or whomever's
Flights of Fancy
Surface
to an Apparent Need.

My Fate is No Longer
At The World's Disposal,
For Peoples' Choices
can Dictate
How my Destiny
Will Play its Course,
Setting in
and Driving Home
the Knowledge,
That Our Will
Is Seldom Free

Then I Think
Of The Willow,
Waving in The Breeze,
Strong and Sturdy,
Yet
Bendable and Supple,
Limber and Flexible,

It's not going anywhere,
but up and out,
Yet
it's limbs and branches
dance playfully about
in the zephyrs,
within The Western Winds

Hopefully
I can be of Help,
Hopefully
I can be of Service,

For,
at the Present Moment,
The Time
For Fun And Games
Is Over.

Sometimes It's Funny,
But when you
apply yourself,
And you really are
a good person,
Sometimes,
just Sometimes
It all tends to work out,
And those rough spots
Smooth themselves through,
Then it all blows over

All anxieties float away,
With the exhale
of one deep breath,
& The Calm and Poise
at The Center
shall carry me on through.

Listen, Child,
Focus
On The Matter at hand.
Calm your mind.
Don't Let it Get to You.
All you have power over
is your own path.
Do What you have to do.
It's not your place
to change
anything else

So, I bring myself back,
I Focus on my
Grounding
Center

Here I sit,
Waiting in The Wings,
Floating in The Wind