Perplexed and shy, she hid in the confines of what could be. The interior of her mind was locked, and surely she could find the key.

Dubious the task, like clockwork into stars; she opened the window and breathed in what is hers, and ours.

Timeless the treasures of here and beyond. A keyhole in the conscience, like ripples on a pond.

Refraction and distraction, the light we hold within. To find success is likely, but the winner does not always win.

Like a rattler in the cupboard, like a spoon upon the table; she heard the music begin and the lyrics formed from fable.

Jig sawed like a puzzle, the form of reality began; she gathered her thoughts for the winter and an hourglass for sand.

Upon the test of time, she examined every wrinkle bathed in truth, one thought leading to another in a “V” formation from goose to goose.

Silly the rhymes of childhood and of manufactured dreams, could it be that Mother Goose was living beyond her means?

Keys dangled in her living, of every color and creed, surely one of them could fit the peril of meeting all her needs.

The door of uncertainty is a caution taped trap; if one does not understand what they are seeking, there will be no welcome mat.

Sleep it alters conscience, it lets the mind unwind, it takes one to places far ahead, and far behind.

Like the grain upon the balance, like justice upon a scale, we can deliver our message like Noah or be devoured by the whale.

The messenger, she thinks, the writing on the wall, is it possible that free will is how we learn to fall?

Finding time to knit broken hearts, to find the pearl in the company of strife; could this be the treasure that brings grace to life?

She pulled cards from the deck and played them one by one, surely the joker knew that every kingdom should have some fun.

A candle lit for memories, a cat and dog respective in her space, she poised her fingers for writing and placed her mind’s key in a very safe place.

Into each heart it sits, the skeleton key from above. Lost in the mind is a keyhole that can be unlocked by what we learn from love.

Kathy Paysen 2012