Considerate Contradiction

I woke up,


Ready for the day,


Electric thoughts crackling like power lines in a storm,


Filling my chest with an endless hum of energy

I could taste the morning,


In the coffee and cold air,


A day waiting to be written,


Blank canvas, stretched wide, patiently waiting

To see the color of something real.

I lost time


Disappearing like smoke,


Spilled out on the table like black ink,


Moments too big to measure


But confusion lingers like a shadow,


Like clouds in the sky it makes me wonder—


Which way do I go? 


Overwhelmed by the unknown,


Chasing it and standing still all at once

Maybe the answer to my questions,

Is exactly what I am in this moment—


The weight of the wind and fear of the fire,


A considerate contradiction.