still birth

there is

a space between

where i wish to be

where i was

where i will be

and where i wander currently

and without the current

every moment

i am adjusting to the idea

that this emptiness between

those dots is not horrifying

but the very point of

them

and that the still waters

aren’t a death

but still birth again

*

i am sure

it was nothing

which is why

i am unsure

of everything

after

*

little happened

which turns out to

be too much today

*

little happened

which happens

too little