It’s hindersome, this inward way when the outwards one is restricted,
raises the kinds of thoughts usually dismissed by that e-mail or phone call,
no distractions has freed the mind, filling it with the normal and the wayward,
into the mystical and fantastical, into the dreamy, and into hell,
and it’s tiresome, this battle to keep the darkness in its rightful position,
it’s downright impossible those times I cannot help but let the tears flow,
when a song I loved, a song about love and life, sunshine and movement,
highlights this current state of isolation we find ourselves in.
Yesterday I drove the pass on our doorstep at the proper speed deemed for my car
because I could, there was no one, not another car, not a moving creature, nothing,
four lanes of emptiness... and that’s how the chambers of my heart feel right now, empty.