Less

I become less to be(come) more
search each corner for the dispensable

For now my quest for order is
notable, not yet diagnosable

I long for the moment when
like a red balloon gently tethered

The grasp is released and 
I float skyward

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s