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.