Devolve

Here within the refuge of a quiet afternoon

Ever so slowly I feel my world

Spin on its axis

From non being to being

But entering the world again

It feels as though a quiet and languid sleep

Has fallen over everything

Together we walk the wooded path

As the air imparts a sense of hope

But then ever so slowly

I feel my world devolve

There are these thoughts

Of how everything so once familiar

Is slipping from my grasp

As I question the future

Which can only arrive on its own time

And so it is I take to my couch

On returning home

To write my way along the inward

Spiral of passing thought waves

The dying of the day my favorite time

As I continue to question

‘The way things are

While turning within

To embrace the unknowing