Projection
I push my thoughts out
Tapping my own words
onto an awaiting screen
Recorded reflections
of where I’ve just been
Of personal perspective
Of what I’ve just seen
I examine myself
Instantaneous expressions
of where I am at
The current conditions
of the recurrent facts
In the changes to this
To the status of that
I purge myself
Freeing from any heavy load
that burdens my gut
The formidable restraints
of any personal rut
Of the weight of every ‘if’
Of the wait for ‘and’ and ‘but’
I can steady myself, on words
Calming choppy waters
when things get rough
When the inevitable storms
make passages tough
When righting my own ship
My writing is enough
I let my feelings flow
Spreading my mixed emotions
onto a slate that’s clean
Concrete conceptions
of the spaces in between
Of pressing perspective
Of exactly what I mean
I capture myself
Caught in the moments
where my heart and I agree
All of those impressions
of importance to me
In that place, all my own
To set my soul free
I isolate myself
Spending time alone
with just myself and I
Affected by the effects
of others saying good-bye
Of people going their way
Of different reasons why
I can remind myself, in words
Of all I still keep,
if ever it is missing
The essential and the exceptional
of my mental listing
Like the sure of their support
The soft of her kissing
I check in on myself
The life that I’ve lived
and all that it’s brought
Reminders, in writing,
of all that I’ve got
Of pending perspectives
Of all they may wrought
I project myself forward
Imagining what is to come
should I choose to be older
When I manage to look more ahead
than over my shoulder
In the content of my future
To the contents of my folder
I place my life in front of me
Contemplating the next years
in my personal text
The rhymes and rumination
of my calm and complex
Of wandering, to what else
Of wondering what’s next
I can see myself, through words
Travelling this world,
still taking and making notes
Still carrying big aspirations
wherever my imagination floats
Still boyish on a small island
Buoyant on big boats
I picture myself, always, with words
Soaking all of it in
and jotting all of it down
Expressing all my freshest feelings
from any faraway town
From living my life as a verb
To ‘living’, as adjective and noun