turn right

as ender soon learned,
there is no right or left
when there's no gravity.

tiny tendrils of connection.

short stories float just within
my grasp - fluttering back and
forth like a butterfly - no seeming
pattern to the flight and yet it ends up
where it's going - truly more than one way
to get there.

possibilities.

crossed wires,
if just for a moment.

turn left (as in on the
walk) or turn right as
in the talk - back
to that? so much
pressure in here
(as in internal
internet combustion)

soft whispers of knowing.

seeing with ears - the sound
of showing.