Envisioning

I am an out-of-the-box thinker/dreamer, yet I usually have some direction.

Lately, days come and go and I feel like I cannot see beyond the next corner until I turn it.

This is startling to me because what I find as I turn seems often to be what I ought to have expected.

Maybe my mind is recalibrating.

Maybe I am dealing with accrued costs that for years of just surviving, I had deflected.

I feel like there are blinders over my eyes while my instincts keep pushing to follow that scent of farther off sweet grasses.

However, maybe I need the blinders on for now. The hood over a hawk’s head keeps it from flying away – especially when it is injured and needs to heal.

My heart pounds for the racing as that of a thoroughbred; my lungs ache for the rush of a high-diving soar.

But, perhaps I am supposed to wait and let the tide return to carry me – so I no longer paddle myself to near death in order to reach another far off shore.