a little heavy

mostly it's an undercurrent. in the shallower spots it bubbles.
I am a mantra of ebb and flow.

Nocturnal restlessness, circling suburbs for places to land. My micro melodramas catapulting me from place to place. I am practicing compassion. I am straining for forgiveness.

Not that this matters terribly. Not that I am falling from a great height.
My ego bruised and my heart stubbed.

I am coming up for air