Emptiness can feel like hollow
and hollow can feel like space
and space can feel like a luxury
unless it is crying for company
which mine rarely is
The expanse can open up on a perfectly comfortable afternoon
chasm yawning wide as the book closes
the movie ends
And for those first few minutes the problem of what to do extends past the limits of an abstracted untrained focus
When this happens
a person has but a few milliseconds to figure out how they feel about space
Before the emotion begins to swell inside
Because if there is one feeling a restless soul can’t abide
It’s the black hole created by a vacuum in time
And the mind writes thoughts like notes, dashing them off, one after another after another
building momentum released finally with a sigh
and here we go again
filling holes in the soul
with pieces of my mind
tossed into the void
and left fluttering
*Some of us have an addiction to thinking which is why it is so peaceful when it slows and even (sometimes) stops. Photo taken of a sunny spot where I was resting after a particularly good hike up a hill – the exertion and morning spent walking and thinking by myself had drained my mind of junk – so lovely when that happens.
