Ideas and images swirl in my mind
coalesce into thoughts
about where I have already been
and need not go again.
But where then?
Which is the new direction?
I think I know pretty well
how I spin on my axis,
rotate through sun and shadow,
night and day.
But my orbit is less clear.
I still can find
the simple surge of joy
in discovering
my own gravitational pull,
knowing I won’t spin off
at some wild tangent,
nor will I
mindlessly
whirl in place.
I’ll take my bearings
in constellations
slowly changing
as I look into my night sky
for stars beckoning
brightly
and those still unknown.
The nexus is between being
and waiting
readying for the new wave forming
to roll through space,
lifting me to new
approximations,
different distances,
newer milky ways.