It’s distance then
that gives time 
an arms length 
or even miles
brings one pause 
to breathe again 
to recover and 
recollect and get 
back in order 
those things tossed
about by torrential 
chaos and confusion 
find your cave
or hut or 
other place and 
sit with yourself 
starting from there 

Funny this
that peace 
while invisible 
is the
strongest shield 
that one 
can carry 
onto the 
battlefield known 
as life

Some settle
others explore
others see
and a
few seek
most take
root while 
others soar
some are
solo and 
others pair
wander or
stay the 
heart sings
solo or
along the 
same song

Me lost itself 
to we in
the merry little 
game of love 
tucked deep into 
my pockets away 
from loss or
theft I put 
myself and in
doing so only 
after dust settled 
that love is
known to stir
back to pockets 
I went searching 
for the thing 
I’d thought I’d
lost but hadn’t 

And like 
a child
dipping a
wand into 
soapy water 
I blew
this little 
bubble that 
I call 
now and 
crawled inside 
to float 
about sparkling 
seeing all
feeling none 
I am 
a princess 
in his 
very own 
glass carriage