drifting...

staring safely
out the window:
forecasted depression
more of it.

she ponders
potential demise

hers
his
theirs

while children
plunder under

foot steps
keep her walking
in circles
and her chains
are her choice

voice male
ignores
the underground
wiring
and uproots itself
into a mess she cannot
step over
around

driving the ocean
waves and she
recalls her astrological
sign, it's element.

she is connected
to this ocean
her behavior
it is the same
type of work
her inner self

waving in pattern
seemingly rough and
erratic with calmness
and beauty dressing
the whole

hole.

she knows where
not to go
inside or out

storms that begin
out of doors
always commence
within.