middle ground

I'm looking for the middle
ground
while pulling up the weeds
exposing the soil
yet unsure where to
go from here
the landscape ever widening ~

the fruits of my
labour
like the song
written last month
complete in words
yet lacking notes
or the conversation
I almost had ~

would've carried out
if I thought I'd be heard
and listened to
but not judged
or corrected

like digging in red dirt
under copious clouds
white
with varying shades of gray
full of rain

or perhaps

a reflection
of the mountains
I've yet to climb ~ kac,may 12/o7