Sunday, December 11

view from the parking structure at midnight



nothing will happen, i tell myself

in a soothing self voice: accepting

nothing as reality, not disappointment

nor failure, but Just-What-Is. well,

i try. and underneath it all,

maybe it doesn't matter anyway:

disappointment is reality too, i say,

losing something inside myself

calming something inside myself

sad about nothing, inside myself.







dec 2022