Reaching Consensus

Ceaselessly she paces

until the sound of her passing

weaves the tapestry that holds me.

An energy web, too circuitous

to perceive, a cage

watched patiently outside of

time. I beg to be turned

and she sets aside

so much frustration

— but I feel

this tight bloated belly and

the band drumming

at my temples. I can’t meet

her eyes, scurrying

panicked, sure

that I’m missing

some piece

— have I dropped it?

Impelled by this imperative

to complete the puzzle,

the laps,

the movement

without a map

or even a clear sense

oh, who is the mouse

who is the wheel

and who is watching?

Inspired by: Tapestry, Consensus, Energy, Circuitous

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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