the witnessing of uncertainty

uncertainty gives us apprehension, 

as debris 

and a need for closer inspection.

what is method, 

without attention present,

a self read and then a correction?

from deep within the connection,

between self and knowing as a skill,

usually, an inner self dialogue, 

is spontaneously taking place?

it's not necessarily one-sided, 

but to the point?

uncertainty is still there,

but now addressed more directly. 

it's summationals, as remarks go, 

but it's comforting, 

to self talk and be aware.

expectation has one's ear

but then there is,

the script, the lines, and the scenery.

something is off, 

then, more noticeably off.

uncertainty starts as background voice,

but then, somehow, becomes prominent.

makes more sense of the circumstances,

than the expectation can account for.

apprehension, which then,

has to carry the motivation forward,

now stands there, 

not sure where its going,

given the original intention, 

and now the stiuationals, 

that beg to differ, 

with the approach,

that was somehow, long intended,

like migratory geese flying in circles,

herds balking at their instincts,

worker bees caught 

in momentary statuesque, 

or mumbling,

as if appearing to be normally busy,

but not, just sort of running place.

glances that represent apprehension, 

start to occur.

the geese want to land and reconsider.

the herds standing, 

as if in a loss of direction

and the bees' bodies, busy, 

but functioning on brain freeze.

and humans, well somewhat quizzical, 

as if an abstract painting before them,

has now become, 

a slightly incomprehensible roadmap.

there is a sense of loss, 

relative to the directions to take.

alarm is becoming the tea to be served.

sipping will ask for clarity, 

in due course.

uneasiness is asking for deliberation.

questions ask for confirming answers.

stirring and sipping continues.

no one has prepared a confetti, 

for the lavishness 

of outright disappointment.

yet expectation has planned 

for a party to occur.

and apprehension was not an invited guest,

much less the guest of honor,

is in a temporal fashion.

apprehension does not have a gear 

for functioning.

it's somewhere in mid-shift,

yet stalled in a directive way.

the inevitable load shift of the brain 

is possible.

everyone will be up all night, 

during these next few moments.

pondering, dreading, almost visibly uneasy,

as waiting for a comprehension 

to clear the skies over head.

apprehension looks like rain.

but will it?

feels like imminence is forestalling. 

seizures of doubt 

have become commonplace.

not everyone is still on the same page 

in the songbook.

some involved, want a new chapter to begin. uncertainty may mean, 

we brought elaborate gear

in the wrong mindset.

possibly ………  

and there is breath pause, 

incomplete sentences,

side talk, 

plan 'B' privately being formulated,

accusationals have to be stifled,

and agreement, as if a working principle, 

has to rise 

above the pronouncement's failure

and come to embrace 

a difference sense of light.

maybe humor as leverage has to occur.

self effacing is as release taken, 

to minor forms of delight.

all of this can happen,

when apprehension sees itself 

in a mirror of its own miss-direction

and allows itself 

to witness its mediumship,

as it occurs . . .