Saturday, May 12


A quiet has descended.
Clouds have risen.
Empty empty empty
empty empty
empty empty.

No, not a soul in sight.
Each activity in the day is complete in itself.
Chai comes and goes like a faithful lover doting on me.

This joy?
This sorrow?
This anxiety?
This calm?
This hallucination?
How do I name it?

And where?
I spent some hours in the bookstore today but it wasn't there either.

1 comment:

ss said... that the word you are searching for?