Anxiety

I find myself turning

Slowly

Looking for you always just over

That shoulder or this

 

So often entertain the illusion

Slowly

Thinking that I have no need of you

In this life or any other

 

The next breath or the after

Slowly

You remind that it is not external circumstance

That allows your tenancy

 

What is not yet lived

Slowly

Calls you again to seek the space in my soul

And remind me what I am not