2013/true

I can’t get anything
to seem true to me,
and if it seems true
it doesn’t stay true.
Not weight or size,
what I eat or who I love.
Everything is slippery.
Adjusting. Settling.
Adjusting again.
Tectonic plates.
Faultlines.
What I think or believe
in, or intend to do.
Habits, customs, patterns.
I set out, back up,
fall off, struggle to set
out again.
Each time less sure
of where I’m going,
more certain than ever
I’ll never get there.

9/26/13