Wonder

its nice to write again lets hope its not all crap

standing here

with the city in my eye

the wind in my face

a precipice below

I wonder

 

how my feet came to be in this place

what was lurking in my heart

spinning in my mind

and all those stories now fashioned for my future

 

Faces forming in these clouds

like cheap projections on a matinee scream

And hoping that I ooo and ahhh on cue

my own audiance for my own little movie

only this heroine is left

 

ontop the overlook

the city in her eye

insecurity in her heart

life on her mind

hoping that time is on her side

and that we can ask good for reprieve

 

and a gift....

but which i'm left wondering.