Evolution of embodiment...
Of thoughts into words...
Of images into realities...
~*~*~
A Sunday in January...
Despondent
Feelings of no value
What is the point
Of continuing this merciless trudge
Body crippled
Brain staticky
Muscles weak
Energy on zero
But enough energy
To feel pain
To feel emptiness
To feel alone
~*~*~
Two days later, on Tuesday...
An isolation that feels thick-empty
Not an empty-empty
But rather, an emptiness
That is full
My body fully feels it
This utter aloneness
Without any other evident life
That is, "life" how we define it
But these floors
These windows
These walls
They are my companions
And when I think of all
They have witnessed
Of their inside dwellers
Then, they pulse with life
~*~*~
Eight days later, on a Wednesday...
And their ancestry
From which they came
To now be here
It too lives on
These 60-year-old wood floors
Once trees, that stood tall in a forest
Giving oxygen and nourishment
Now, support me
These 60-year-old glass windows
Once sand, upon the earth
Home to insects and turtles
Now, allow me light
These 60-year-old Sheetrock walls
Once gypsum, formed from seabed and volcanoes
Providing sustenance and structure, even on Mars
Now, provide me protection and comfort
Through the cold season, with its short days
These are my companions
Come the warmth and longer days
I will again venture out to commune with their progeny
