4/18/2016

 

Here in this place of quiet solitude,

where feelings swirl and pity tries to take hold.

I reject it, all of it.

Not just the jagged sharp edges, but the smooth sublime pieces that hide in the corner of my being.

 

The sticky warm and things that feel like something but are not.

I reject this feeling of loneliness, of wanting.

Or do I first embrace it, comfort it and then let it go?

 

I know.

let me draw a window in this somber room.

let me draw it on the wall with large window panes and a window that opens easily.

And then when I am through

I will open it and set this thing free.

I will send this sorrow, this wanting to freedom.

Wish it well as it goes out into the ephemeral

as it combines into the sky.