Recovery Verse XIV

I don't know, one day
          to the next
from where it will come
learning how to make it happen
          day by day, 24 hour increments
each period an emergency replete
          with its own urgency.
Powerlessness. I can't make it happen
learning now how to allow
life to unfold.

Haiku 14

being wholly mad
is freedom to fingerpaint
my thoughts on wisdom

Must Be Present To Wince

I come once more to explore
these words become purpose, maps
compass, light and air
to locate, illuminate, expose
the damaged vessel
hidden for a personal eternity
          below the surface
                    of my stormy sea.

Descending, awkward
like climbing a gravel pile in flippers
and now I forget
          why I am here
                    what I might gain
among those who have preceded.

And now I am breathing differently
as I drift downward
closer to the drowned face
sleepless eyes in perpetual stare
this is the place;
          drawn by cowardice and courage
to find my way
          out of the wreck