What do you want from me?

The noise is gone.

Now there is just a cloud

that travels through the vastness of my consciousness.

Sometimes it lets the light shine through;

and others not.

What am I good for?

I’m ripe and ready.

My clothes are on. My hair is done.

And we have a date.

Where are you taking me?

What are you serving? How do I help?

Is anyone listening?

My ears are open; my eyes are eager; my heart embracing.

My arms are open to the sky as I feel the wind.

I am that leaf dancing with the breeze.

Where do we go from here?

Where do I land when the wind stops?

With eyes closed, clouds gone and breath in

I pray and ask:

What do you ask of me?

What do you want?

By tuttysan © 2008

The calling – a poem. Photo: Grand Teton National Park, WY.