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.