can't put my finger on it- just yet. 

here we go again feeling like a different me.
the floor seems the same from here- but
something has changed. maybe the way the
wind blows, the way the trees shake.
something is different here. not all things
are the same. the way the wheels roll
backwards or the moonlight against the
clear goose pond. nothing but a fly moves.
something is different around here now.
i just haven't had the time to discover what.