the witches laid me down on the table
but i have a hunch
they knew
i was floating away
i've been drifting in
and out of blue
feeling heavy and light
lately a little less jubilant about this rollercoaster
than the ohio players seemed to be
trying to remind myself
of the incredible outcomes
of life's mysterious kitchen activities
yet my hunger is a spoiled child
impatient and cranky
anticipating the arrival of
this beautiful manifestation of soul
that i'm convinced
will fill the empty seat
on this tandem life cycle
should i be
peddling a lot faster?
or was i peddling so fast
that i've already past her?
indeed it's not my speed
that need heed advice of correction
rather the focus of the pupil
as these landscapes transmit lessons
that i
so foolishly
believe myself to be beyond
it's the tuning of perception
that's my lack in this connection
as my stubborn radio dial
struggles
to maintain it's rusty posture
and i sit foolishly unaware
in the midst  of evolutions invitations
wondering why
this journey is taking me so long.