Sometimes life is neat and orderly.1, then 2, then, 3, and so on. (To infinity, even, so clear the sky and wide the horizon.)
Life is Mapped Out!
Until it’s not . . . something unforeseen? hidden in a blindspot? a shadow? . . . or a pileup of some sort a horizon suddenly lapping at your feet . . . either way/any which way you’re brushing your teeth and reminding yourself to breath (in, out; 1, then 2, then 3 …)
(too many things a jumble)
Until it settles. There is still a jumble, yes. but a quiet whisper quelled a storm the space to breathe is enough
(Yet Expanding … Still)