I WAVER – in my head,
It’s a distortion in
A MINOR key, bordering
On cacophony – I try
To find the FLOOR
Beneath me – yet I
Fail to fall
My feet playful and sure
Landing on a strong major chord
My piano TUTOR would be proud

Georg’ann

Inviting them in, each explores her own ocean.
Later guiding them gently back to SHORE.
Salt water droplets flow from eyes,
dissolving sharp edges.
Rectangles become ROUND.
Boxes we’ve inhabited open,
revealing the mandalas within.
No JUROR needed to determine truth.
The TUTOR trusts each
to discover their own. Waits.
Curious to learn what lives within.

Heather