Yearning For Familiar Strangeness

One continues to occupy different spaces.

One continues to sway through dimensions.

Like a large heavy metal pendulum that swings in all directions.

You wait for when it will next swing your way.

Some times you doubt it ever will.

And so you wake up, walk, run, fly to find the pendulum.

 "Why is it taking so long to swing back towards me?

I have been waiting for far too long,

I am going to find the large heavy metal pendulum.

I will make it swing back my way!"

But 

You have vacated your place.

Your position.

Where if you patiently wait,

The winds will support the large heavy metal pendulum to swing your way.

However,

Is it the pendulum you were waiting for?

Is it the good tidings you pray it brings with it that you yearn for?

Excitedly

You watch it coming your way.

You feel the rush of the wind on your face.

A wisp of hair comes undone.

You wipe if off your face.

You look around.

To see. Dry-mouthed and wide-eyed

Hoping.

Yearning.

Expecting.

Heart beating.

Nervous.

Anxious.

You watch and wait.

And

No new tidings.

No gifts.

No surprises.

Nothing!

Just the large heavy metal pendulum swinging

As the gods’ command.

As the Universe pushes it to.

Nothing!

That is when you think,

Maybe moving is not a bad thing after all.

Maybe I will follow the swing of the pendulum.

To where it goes when am waiting.

You travel.

In search of a familiar strangeness of a place you think your soul inhabits.