water

the heart is a boat
on a tumultuous sea.
soul the main anchor.

i watch and listen.
doing nothing all happens.
float in river time.

dynamic chaos.
from whirling little demons.
now coming unglued.

little terrors dread.
stomping feet and banging head.
just send off to bed.

when there is nothing
the hand opens towards life.
alms of contrition.

painting with big words.
sounding like intelligence.
yet making no sense.