But these words are floating faster

When they are not mingled with complaints 

& fears 

& worries 

But those will never go away completely

They will always find a way in 

To this place 

Always trying to escape 

This little cage & boundary I've made for them

To keep them under control 

Out of trouble 

Out of control

But there is no controlling them 

& I find the cage is nothing

Nothing more than an elusive thought pattern 

Some trap growing stronger 

Others being weakened 

As I indulge the worries 

As they escape their cage 

Trying to envelop 

Or suck into 

Or overwhelm 

This area not its own

Not its place

Somehow getting in 

Or over 

Or under 

Or through 

But never around

This very last turn might be the perfect place

For a prayer