you are wisdom and youthful blunder,
you are the rolling, roaring thunder storm
tearing my mind asunder,
you are the static lifting my gentle form
as I am born again under your weightless sky,
torn by the creases in your eyes,
when you smile and frown and laugh,
I drown awhile in your face
as I file away my thoughts in empty space
and leave time to trace a fitting place
within your mind, unsteady,
where you may find me waiting,
patiently, ready.