Unchartered Territory

To the Land Down Under

From the Little Red Dot

My space expands like a ripple

Set by a drop of grace.

When excitement and anxiety gel

They stick and breathe rhythms of

Palpitations in the hundreds

Thoughts, running in the thousands.

Breaking the comfort of a world familiar

Is the hope for good beginnings

Uncertain as it may seem for now

The skies will soon open, my meditations calmer.

I rest my fears

In the mapmaker

Of unchartered territories.