I lay watching the sky, in the grass, in a clearing.
Swirling clouds and flashes of light, bright streaks,
as far as the eyes can see.

Wind whips the trees, the sky, my hair. Leaves,
irregularly blow by as if in a hurry or perhaps
debris from some strange slow motion explosion.

I feel at home in this chaos. This angry sky mirrors
my mood, my life at this moment. The next few days,
next few hours will change everything, for me, or
nothing. My future looms suddenly dark,
frightening and close

Am I really caught in this plan, this parental gravity,
this storm, that can upset my entire life, where
years of furious work are meaningless??

There is no compass for dreams, they know only
passionate directions. I have defended them as best I
could, like a lioness, a lover, but there is no stopping
a storm I guess.

As the rain begins I know one thing..
I will not move...

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