I want
Something is nagging and
Gnawing at my brain, chewing and
Savoring each little thought
I want

I crave
Intangible, ethereal, slipping through my
Grasping fingers, short for a man, but wrinkled
And stronger than most hands
I crave

I search
Wandering the alleys of bookshelves
In my brain, wandering between the tracks
Of the subway that flies
I search

I question
Old and new things twist in the light
So I can see all the angles
And figure out what and why and how
I question

I ponder
Feeling the breath of life
Artificial and natural
Waft over me and embrace me
I ponder

I sway
Letting my own thoughts and feelings buffet me
Back and forth, smiling as they fight
So vehemently
I sway

I land
My feet feeling and embracing
The cool and mother earth
I am stable, and ready
I land