Shimmmering

Shimmering 

Sometimes you must just park on your page

Sit in your own yard and check your status

Cool your jets – curtail all spewing

Let the thunder in your gut rest

Before the ligtning flashes 

Before you write a ride that cannot be unwritten

Sometimes you must just park on your own page

Sit in your own yard

Check your status, sop up the spill, curb all thought of spewing

Let that thunder fade away in small sashayed steps - cooling those proverbial jets

until...

Once again

You are at peace

Shimmering....