I’m there
To take the edge off
Some safe place
Where you don’t have to
Guess or be guessed
Not so complicated
In my estimation
Whatever chaos rains from
Your sky just needs a stout umbrella
And I’ve weathered worse storms
Even danced and called a few of them
But I’m still good, wild magic
Just working towards
The same things and when they’re done
Pay you some time and mind
Brush the soft press of dust
Clinging to your soul
Not mine to save
But to savour
Sips and sometimes gulps
But you feed something
In me which makes me quiet
Slow and steady
Like the evenings in the
Kitchen
