“Flood”

“Ponder” ©️C.P. Hickey 2018

“Flood”

Interrupting the flow,

Habitual ticks.

Compulsive actions.

Who profits?

Alone and alone,

Adrift at sea.

Well versed,

in the art of anxiety.

Wandering mind,

Focus wanes.

Running in place,

Zero gains.

Oh, to dance majestic across a rainbow.

And look back at the horizon at Noah’s Ark.

That vessel seems to be gaining on me, despite waning waters.

I have no olive branch to toss into the beak of a low-flying dove.

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