Things all settled and different
The pain of feeling good
Fearing fog begging to steam tears
Where am I lost and have yet to be found?
I am making this place my home
Stepping and hoping there is direction
In a world that doesn't know time
I count minutes missing.
And then there all along, the weather vane spun
Backyard dance round and round-
I can enjoy this, too
Now, again, and now on..