Unfurling my clenched fist
Hand turns facing downward
One by one each finger reaches out.
Hand floats to dewy ground
Uncertain of its solidity.
Confusing my mind unfolding
Thoughts unravel at the hem
One by one my words speak out.
Thoughts pause on peculiar land
Fearful of unventured territory.
Depleting my stare lurches
Eyes pierce the unstable horizon
One by one each blink retires.
Eyes graze up to vast sky
Uncomfortable of the blank image.
Jessinia Ruff 