Today I

Feel tangled like spaghetti squashed

into a tin can tossed under a moving van

before being emptied onto a hot pan.


Another poem to break the silence

to write again and right again

white space black ink

to find again

unravel ideas incite think

to breathe again

the grounding of a soul a link

of mind to heart an unconscious depart

a fatter than flatter dimension of art

a prowess of pronouns a  hexagon seeing

reflective object subject and freeing