Don’t Just Sit There

Do something.

Hastily write a line.

Include an adverb,

And note the defeat

But disregard it,

Because so much,

You are finding,

Is unremarkable,

And dross,

‘Cept what you

Hold inside

Behind your eyes.

Build that space

There away from

The transient material

To feeling, to wonder,
To dreaming, to kindness.

Seal those areas

And regrow new ones.

Escape the shell

And slither 

On the sandy beach.

Nothing seems to matter

Any more. 

Trudge. Trudge. Trudge.

There is freedom in that.