Hovering Outside

How my mind wanders, in two spaces at once:

dangling in the innermost depths and hovering

outside taking in the view.

Creating and analyzing,

the pain.

Feeling and absent the pain

simultaneously.

Fearful of what may be in store and terrified

of what isn't.

Hope, yet, peeks from the room which I

want so badly to enter,

but terror-stricken by the possibility

of being drawn in and captured

by a falsehood, helpless to escape

Naida Lavon

Feb. 1999