I’ve been disengaged from time
Aloft in the cirrus of thought,
Outliers given triumph over
Managed expectations. 

Frayed, I see thousands of miles
Ahead of my own ascension
Charted into Life before my eyes,
The apprehension leading to trusted

Waters on intuitive navigation. 
That same Incredulous sky asks
Indignant questions against stark
Memories malignant with cause –

Yet here I remain alone, as if untouched,
Refer only to the touchstone of
An obsequious self-landscape where
Oxygen is thin at ground elevation, my
Abandonment breaching into starlight and revelation.

© K. James Ribble