A mind like an abandoned factory
A field from which you can hear birds
A blank yellow pad
An empty shell on the beach
A floating seed above the sea

This is how I operate
on a good day
on a bright day
on a clear day;

weightless
and joyful
-a nitrogen balloon.

I wander between
voids filled with
industrial noise

as a ghost from childhood
always there
and never
but

calmly tucked
into a soothing respite like

wind chimes
beyond the freeway or

a dark bedroom window.

I have let it all go.

I am a quiet place now.