Wind me up
And watch as I go here and there
And then over there
Watch how there is no pattern
No repetition
No way to calculate
Where I’ll be next
I have been linking and joining
Other paths where they
Go back and forth
Over and over again
To offer a way out
Of the monotony
Inviting and proclaiming
Look at where you could go
And the things you can see
And the depth of potential
And the way out
Of doing the same thing over
And over
But today
I sit
At Spanish Banks
With no more care to
Offer a way to anyone
So instead I keep all the options
For myself
And wait to cross paths
That aren’t my own and now
I’m ready
And present
And don’t need anything else to happen
Than what does