it's hard to control the emotions running through
no matter how in control one is - perhaps it happens more
because of the control personified by hair pulled
back & under
my thoughts spread miles, under trees, over rivers
envisioning the sea creatures that inhabit such waters
no man or woman dares swim or dares even throw a coin
to reestablish control
and when a song comes on - the mind is lost
even noise cannot hamper the thoughts of the past
future or the present that occurs in sleep
. . . how sometimes when awaken i curl closer
others i curl away, trying to escape the thoughts
put there by actions long forgiven or at least
swept under
perhaps nothing is ever forgiven, perhaps what i need is a bigger rug
*Ray Charles: Come Rain or Come Shine
