Just let it happen and distance yourself
By flying to the coming singer
And exploring for the perfect Christmas present
Whole they all waste words.
Nod and consider
W what is really important to you
And take notes
To plan your short but dense free time
And your next knitting project.
The air in me
Untouchable and at limit of believing
I force my breath down
In this difficult theatrical living.
It swirls, it warms, it takes,
It gives
Attention and proportion.
Work control
Even on this tortuous mountain
In this dry day off July,
I feel you watching me
With Your magnifying lens.
Your rules are met
And my sweat will drop to the floor
At any minute.
Your lens makes you feel powerful,
Yet it burns me in my place in the sun.
Meeting drama
Communication is a word understood
Buy all but always in a personal way.
I thrive for communicating smartly
And you lose yourself in intro and acknowledgments,
Slowly building distance and disrespect.
The air gets dense
and the faces tense in masked attention.
Inner shouting
The difficulty of looking inside
Is unimaginable
Yet necessary and necessary of training.
My inner voice head to shout
For me to listen
And no volume switch is in sight.
My ear is gentle and too respectful
Of those voices outside
That talk loud over that whisper.
