Transition

I am here
under this midnight obsession
alone with these thoughts
so quiet, it's beyond eerie.
the chatter has moved
marched right through that open floor board
next to the dark spot
that leads to new worlds

what do you do
when your macrocosm starts to plummet
reality removed and
realigned
where is the next leap
set by another
whose imprint not known
except under the salty brine

there are no words here
only thoughts
dark images slide
blowing whispers spent,
what do you place in the spaces
now empty
filled once with memories and dreams...

aj/3.12.13