Ranking Sun (Energy in Formation)

Morning Thoughts #97

Warm light, you ebb the questions within me. Deep breaths now make it to my own seafloor. A little more of that depth then gets released. Balance is apparently achieved by the timing of a snapshot taken during the act of surfacing. Shells open under pressure and then rise, emptied out to be given to what needs additional storage.

And now, less jerky movements. Less of the sputter of self, emitted from another week's tailpipe. My swirling charge comes here to learn to contain itself to definable shape. Energy in formation. Oh, teacher star, not boot but barefoot camp. Directing this energy - every last one of my loose, wandering affiliates comes to attention. What had become autonomous signals are rejoined with their greater whole.

Oh, limber past, I have gained sensation in your extremities once again. Here within the post-formative years that are not crumbling yet, I stretch for the sake of proper nostalgia. Under the sun, I am able to keep more under my roof. What was messy and full is now reorganized and ready to receive more.