Assailed by Confusion


my mind is ranting
it raves it berates
it seduces me with
lies and meanders
along pathways I
should have gone
it is a nymphomaniac
for shoulds
peaceful I allow my will
to take it in hand like
a petulant child
it hangs its head
is still for it knows
it has met its momentary
match it cannot hold
court too long
for my spirit cannot harbor
its beauracratic insistence
for long
the melodies of birds
the swish of clouds
in the sky
I hear again
thank you will
thank you for
this quiet space
and for making me
aware my mind
is no longer the
ruler merely a
tyrant of the

past