Belonging So Fully To Yourself

I find this powerful enough

to revisit regularly

The "untamed, unpredictable place

of solitude and searching,"

is familiar and disconcerting.

I confess I tend to distract

myself with surface baubles

rather than face the

distinct unpredictability.

Its what feels like nothing

that is so unnerving.

I hasten to fill it with 

anything else no matter how

superficial rather than

face this enormous

space of uncertainty

and choice. 

There's a rush to name,

define, enclose, control.

I removed the pronoun

"it" which I am finding 

increasingly problematic.

"It" implies inanimate

which is decidedly

not the case.

Zoetic describes 

the animation

of this wordless space.

kastilwell