Collision: Blocked

Once again
I find no place
Else to go,
And so I re-engage

With my practice,
Wavering but persistent,
Journeying to where?
I do not know,

Aiming skyward,
Supported by the wings
Of compassion and wisdom,
Seeking ‘now.’

Nevertheless, chronic negativity
Continues unabated,
Intense ruminations arise
Like a restless flock of birds;

I make them the topic,
Try catching and stopping
These agitated visitors,
Then accepting but not feeding.

But these strategies fail
To fend off
The wretched vultures;
They only flail more,

Digging into soft flesh
With sharp claws;
Greedily grabbing onto
Whatever they can find.

Embedded in these bleak musings,
I watch and wait
For conditions to change,
But what will they be like?
Fear and uncertainty flap about noisily.