Dear Uma: August brings

Dear Uma

I really do not know where my head is these days

I’m constantly itching from bewilderment and dismay

This itch in my mind that tells me I should be somewhere else

Doing something more nourishing to my soul than the present situation I dwell


I feel like a child, I feel like an infant, puzzled and unsheltered

Made to toil in these endless fields of grey

But I’m gearing up to catch the horizon

With a net, a dream and something to fix my eyes on


I’ll find beauty Uma, I’ll find grace and mysteries unknown

And when I do, I’ll bring it all to the tips of your toes


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