The Land of Form OZ

by Elysia Edwards

Whelming, whirling winds

of frustration

of anxiety

of fear

sweep me along.

This direction is not where Iwish to go,

but, unfortunately,

I can't get a sense of where i am

to know what direction to travel.

I am too dizzy,

too frazzled,

too pressed,

to figure things out.

An attempt to figure things out...

A figurative quest...

Go figure.

here I am,

wishing to know where to go,

how to click my heels and find my way hame,

but if I don't get any blisters

from the ruby slippers

while I am here,

I won't have any proof of my journey.

In this place,

whereever it is,

I am free to dream.

Perhaps my unconsiousness

will make my waking

more contientious.

in dreaming,,

I fly.

I just hope my exploded cube doesn't land on me when the twister retreats to the clouds.