when old stories whither,
an uncertain current moves in the wind…
an excitement flickers!
liminal places resemble potential
calling forth,
retracting inward,
nowhere to rest…
resting in the nowhere!
butterflies in the belly,
curiosity of the mind,
emptiness, oh emptiness,
you remind me—
that even change,
is but a dream,
carry on—
the grass continues to grow,
the kookaburra eats the scone,
the child with the wooden spoon