What is this ghostly sense of dread
that follows me some days,
sometimes,
not always.
Just enough to let me know
there is unfinished business
within myself.
I try to untangle it
from the knot it precipitates.
I don’t like that it makes me feel
just outside myself,
as if a visitor
to my own inner life.
The devil at my heels
does not propel me
into or away from
anything of interest.
Of value.
And so I wait,
I, who witnesses wonder
nearly every day.
I will wait
until the muddy waters clarify.
Or simply settle.
Until the questions become,
once again,
simple self-inquiry.
Not self reproach.