Unscratched itch

When stillness is a choice

I settle in

When it is thrust upon me as a command

a deep restlessness surfaces

an unscratched itch

May the waters of healing

wash me clean

 

Still for awhile with Sandy

and abiding with Cheryl

 

Waiting for a storm

Hot winds blowing strong
how long
before a storm moves in?

Branches almost sweeping ground
how soon
before the sound of cracking?

Safe but almost numb inside
how deep
this restless need to fly

Humidity haze honey thick
how long, how soon, how deep 
will fall the rain?