Getting everything together is hard I write every day but it does not flow well. And of course doubts always set in, but practise makes perfect.

Duck swims,
Circles of movement,
and quacking

Leaves vibrate,
I enjoy the product.
The work of spring industry.


Panic,

I feel it rising up the panic.
Starts in my chest and radiates out.

It is not quick it is slow.
The steady pressure of time.

Must do this must do that,
Have left this too long.

A sharp spike of awareness,
more alive but just the one path.