I feel filled empty
amid shallow height.
on the diameter perpendicular to touch.
for the cool of a pacific wave,
while awaiting a calm that I have never known.
To find it,
this place in me,
to find it,
is to find My Me.
I need to be there,
where, lost leaves collect to converse,
where revelations reverberate
and inhibitions emancipate.
So at two seconds from insanity,
when I am suspended in a silhouette of shadow,
I will visualize invisible shackles,
and hear freedom ring as the caged bird sings.
For at the very moment,
that I find this place,
my me –
which shapes like Victorian architecture in autumn,
with a bashful grasshopper in my heart,
I will know peace.
I will be
© LaRonda Moore