Regular Tendencies Settled Into

I tell myself to think of something else

and find that I’m back there with you,

alone, by the window talking to the wind.

A lonely and anxious fear.

Tightness that I would like to untie,

but the fretful anguish arrives; natal homing,

not unlike a salmon riding on the back of a turtle

predictably returning to its place of birth.

I don’t worry enough about being perfect,

but being ordinary can’t be measured with a

one-dimensional yardstick. As it has been said,

superficiality is easy to quantify. Those honorable traits?

Not so much. Bring down the box from the attic

marked: habits, preferences and patterns.

You can be authentic if you want, I’ll focus on

faking it; being someone I’m not might be

a better way to grow. Maturity is the ability

to respond to the environment in an appropriate manner.

I used to blink my eyes a lot, now I chew a lot of gum.

Ⓒ Turri 2018

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