Existing

There’s a void in my mind

absent, apathetic and hazy

all the creative thoughts

have escaped me, swirling like

rainy clouds unable to fall down.

There’s a stillness all around

like a humid summer day

marigold seeds hide underground

and cicadas refuse to sing until May.

The tranquility of this body

I called home

nothing is moving

nothing is going in or out

just existing day by day

as long as I say

“everything is okay”.

t.l.