Cultivator

There are things happening

around me like confused winds

marking their path

along my spine 

.

long jumping demons 

finding lots of places 

to grab hold

but they can’t quite get in

-and neither can anything else 

as I hold my breath 

for months 

waiting for a space to exhale 

.

I am at times surprised 

by my own detachment 

and bemused by the speed 

most people want to travel

.

long distances without leaving 

my chair is my speciality

yet I keep dreaming 

of lights, the forest, and knowing 

without a map

I am exactly where I should be