I spend the day traversing my mind

questions repeating

fabric of existence under scrutiny

Convinced if only I could get past this need for

words…

Two hours of walking and bus wondering

What is it that I am doing with this life?

The why am I here’s and

Will I ever be enough.

Then I sit in the kitchen

Sun through sky light and a distant window

Then shadow so inviting

In a stranger’s home and

This home knows know stranger.

Longing stranded

When the light comes again

Down the hall way with the sounds of crickets

and silence

Pulsing  across pots and pans

Cutting boards and

Memory.

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