when i see myself stopped
and consider
the harmony or dissonance
in the echoes of my actions
when i watch myself stopped
and see the sometimes synchronous sometimes chaotic
dance of my choices
swirling outwards and intersecting
even melding
with the choices of others
i'm drawn into the kaleidoscope
of real and imagined worlds
possibilities
and actualities
even as they fall
around me like rain
and soak into the soil of this world's becoming self
