Two Sides

A side of me
sits aside
like a spectator in the stadium
watching the other side
play,
juggling
navigating
figuring,
ways to steer seemingly complex things,

then,
it takes charge
at its turn
to transform worldly spaces
into worthy surrounds for the day.

I switch
between sides
and as I seek my fused
voice
-------calling
----------------thought
in its oneness,
I realize,
I am two with myself!

Butterflies...

Something like a cluster of bubbles
rumbling along the perimeter of my stomach
try taking me on in huddles
only to test their luck...

My heart thumps a little more than normal
not used to this unsettling surrounding
and gives out a tamed chortle
amid emotions compounding...

I let my
thoughts gather,
breath unwind,
eyes blink in blank gazes,
fingers shiver,

And I let those butterflies be...
grow free
with new esprit
I let them be part of me...