Went to bed last night, head heavy.
Fighting off the day’s images,
Of faces that wouldn’t smile,
Of those that smiled excessively.
Thinking to myself, “They all think
I want something, why do they think that?”
These are the proofs, that I am still engaged,
In attachments—that show up in slight hurts.
Woke up this morning, heart heavy.
Head filled, still, with images.
Made coffee, images receding in a mist.
Leaving me quieter, reminding me of my remaining days.
My only witness is within me—kindness whole.
Featured image: View of Alkmaar by Jacob van Ruisdael (1670), via Wikiart.org.
