Sweeping across the pixels in my brain,
the dark fog of the terminally anxious.
Blood vessels, muscles, nerves each hold the weighty sand
of history and destiny.
I can’t breathe.
Confounded by its return.
My heart somehow knowing
By and by.
Peace, I call out for it!
A dreamland, I have yet to find.
1/7/09 Melody H. Hanson