instinct

when sustainability vanished

it left no trace

only vague memories 

impossible to track

grasp for one and it melted

through hands made of sieves 

unable to hold steadfast matter

limpid rather than solid bestowing 

the present with nothingness. 

 

in its stead followed instinct

a silent switch flipped

tiny and unobtrusive yet

powerful and dominant 

it flowed into thirsty nooks

and crannies drowning 

remaining patterns overtaking

squirming stragglers submerging

the logical framework of the past

leaving a surging tide of 

watery decisions and murky acts that 

blended into dreaminess and 

a muddied futile reality.

©Karen Casady2020