Restless

Salvador Dali

Woman at a Window

Restless

It is that perennial immateriality
dwelling between living and dying

crouched in the corners and grappling by the hinges

only to remain unseen;

We weave our web of what we believe we understand

of the relationship of our acts and events

only to remain misunderstood;

From that odd wisp of steam of heated discussions

to the urgent hiss of a new page calling;

I teeter on that thin ice --

That single space of uncertainty --

And I ask

“What am I doing here?”

~ Cecilia Borromeo ~