Another poem. Day 29.



I no longer need night to narrow my focus

now quiet offers me the freedom to create

like sunlight through a magnifying glass

creating the beginnings of fire on paper

I can fall into the creating as if falling ill

until art is all that will occupy my mind

and I imagine I don’t need the world nor

anybody in it to keep me from suffocating

I can think emptiness enough on its own

and convince myself nothing awaits me

beyond the walls in the world’s chaos

hiding behind the quiet empty streets

felt not seen, a current under the glass

of an ocean’s vast and unbroken surface