Nothing to inspire, no huge earth shattering epiphany.
There is no rain song, nor is a new tulip in bloom.
I feel much like an empty chair, that’s been too long in this room.
I smiled at my day, and looked it straight in the eye.
Now now, stop being modest, you and I know not how to be shy.
Empty chair, you say? In an even emptier space ?
But my darling, had there been no stillness, wouldn’t we all just be running a race?
A race of tireless events, of unending gaiety and glee ?
And maybe, just maybe, we’d forget, to how to simply, be?
[To Be – PL ]