the loop the loops and wide arc swings of gaiety painted

[mousey1]

I don't want to overanalyze
to lay down the meticulous line
I want
to overflow the page
in passionate fury
the gentle curve of timidity my
incessant failure
no flair no fervor

there is much scurrying
beneath the surface
an active night that no one sees
behind the curtain

I start off slow
making certain
then carve as if in rock
each line, each mark
placed just so
there's no erasing

solid shapes
ease their way emergent
I chip away work in circles
hope my tiny etchings can withstand
the harsh daylight the march through time

conformity holds no place
in well lived lives
our days scored out
safely placed upon the solid lines
the steady page ruled
the follow through just a pace away
from imagination
where dragonflies swoop and soar
through empty skies of fascination