I feel lonely today.

How many years has it taken me to say 

That this is the feeling that pulls me down?

This is the sound of the rain stopping,

And now there must be something to do.

The clouds are still here.

Birds are starting to sing again,

The easy pickins of rained out worms.

And I have the uneasy feeling, 

Trying to decide 

If I am more worm or bird.

I can’t fly,

And I don’t swim well,

And I’m starting to feel 

A tightness across my chest.

I’m not breathing right.

I have the urge to go outside,

Or get downtown,

Or it is that I’m squirming up

Out of the mud

To get some air,

To get somewhere 

Where someone is who understands:

Companionship, 

Love, Sex or Yoga.

But maybe I am just a worm,

And maybe all I will find out there

Is some big hungry bird.

I’ve heard that peace and love and truth

Can only be found within,

But can I tame this restlessness 

And be still enough to experience it?

-jenn