Tangled
Tethered in bounds of flesh and bone
Upon the morning it becomes apparent
We are tangled in this mesh of home
That the love might be deemed as errant
It was not so long ago it seemed a rightly cause
To muse and prance upon the keys
Not knowing what was real and lost
Simply motioning and bending like younger trees
In life we are as whimsy determines
Not so stable as we might imagine
Staying some course that is safety given
Is a path rife with struggle and a gift-less end
Why not prance again on the keys and share
The frenetic motions and tumbling hair
Across tangled flesh that gives a life
Newer, stranger and without the tether
Entwined but free glorious and ecstatic
Simply existing for moments that cannot be caged
Run to this and choose something
Not mired in ghosts and duty
Tangle and release
MH