how to explain
the lines in my veins
what is traveling in my blood
not lust nor love
but seeking, slivering
sought after

to always be calm
in the midst of the storm
not to waver from center ground
lest my arm, my hand, my finger
be caught up in the velocity of my heart
and torn away
I will be torn away into these winds

so I breathe
to be calm and concrete
founded and finding
my feet still on sand
my toes still gripping the ground

determination in my veins
to what end other than movement
I could not say
mute I would shake my head softly
but I cannot move from this place
this pose that will carry me forward
rooted to the act of continuance
I beg not to stumble-