i fold myself
inside these
lines
outlining
the deepest
conviction
conditioned
in the subtle
creasing
of my mind
anger no longer
lives here
bewilderment
has long since
abandoned
the act
of acquiring
space upon
my face
just a smidge
above the
nose bridge
because it’s
too taxing
a task
to maintain
for when i am
plagued
with a peculiar
perplexity
that seems to
wrack my brain
i am consumed
with a mission
to move it
this ripple
riddled
forehead
is my outward
expression
of mental
movement
i refuse to lose
my carefree
curiosity
to adult
responsibility
so i engage
with every question
life presents
with intuitive agility
catlike reflexive
i can alter my
perspective
with an exceptional
rearrangement
of these 7
cervical vertabrae
i writh in
and out
position
repositioning
my eye
to capture
another portion
of the picture
depositing a puzzle
piece
that i intend
to pull apart
again
and when
i’ve finally
found the answer
i un-wriggle
this furrowed brow
and contemplate
patience
for the next
time i find
my conviction
poses a question.
