Stress feels like audible frequency.
I sense it stirring and rearranging
the pieces of a labyrinth puzzle.
I hurt for a hint of silent reprieve,
exhalation of twilight secrecy into dawn day, break–
creaking, cracking I am an egg–on hot cement, scrambled.
I am a omelett who wishes to reverse osmosis
and return to my time as an egg.
Creativity, Imagination and Curiosity set me free.
So I seek and explore beyond the waters
drip-dropping off the edges
of my mind’s expanding, elastic frontier.