When the Quills Point Inward

 

leaf-cactus spine

In this time of inside out

when before has vanished

and next is still a mirage,

my prickly defenses reverse

to poke me into things

I now have time to confront.

Contemplation, mindfulness,

errant thoughts chunnel on

a schedule of their own

with or without my bidding.

The landscape

is shape-shifting

as the next me

coalesces, forms

and reforms

into whatever

manifestation

it will take.

Carmel sunset over Point Lobos

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