The stand

I stood looking at my future place,
Deep-wading in an altered state,
Removed from your harmony
And grace.
My questions and fueled doubts,
Rose up like crests of full waves.
Driven ashore,
Were beached dreams,
Terse days,
Filled, slim nights,
And all your measures for my means.
I stand inside my present place.
Snatched back and full up,
In your face,
Your countenance and step and smile.
I stand wade/thrust,
In my shired mind
And present-place at your feet,
No mercy there.
I stood.
I stand.

Jason Christopher Johnson
August 17, 2010