The Hollow Place

I awaken with a start and the hollow place calls to me

Like caves of barren soil my mind searches for the light

My breathe steady and shallow like some sleeping creature

Yet fully awake

The hollow place demands my attention as I try to push it aside

Begging it to go away, to leave me alone, to settle somewhere

it haunts me all the day,

long like a burden of unbearable weight

Oddly light, not as a feather but as a child

The hollow place calls deep to my soul, stirring my heart provoked by

Nothing, hidden to the world it remains ever present and alert

Change

We are changed by the cascading waterfall of our choices. 

Relentless and powerful, sucked under by the current

we circle until, like some rejected thought we surface fighting for air

Finding purchase we are plunged once again into the new

Victory

The forlorn victory mirrored in the morning sky a moment of recall and a heart that wonders why

The path laid out in circular fashion peppered with an occasional sigh void of passion.

Grasping at the journey behind in order to make sense of where the road winds

Present moments in the journey not found than it matters not where we are bound.

Each living memory and efforts made thus bring depth and beauty to each of us

The forlorn victory no matter the place changes our hearts and leaves an empty space