Dissipate, Assemble
©November 17th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
A husk seeking sleep,
I sit motionless before a screen,
Awaiting nourishment, unsure
Of my place in the universe.
And yet, I keep pouring
Words onto a thing that
Isn’t real, my fingers clicking keys –
This thing that assembles language,
Resembles thought,
Hovers in pixellated ghost-form,
And spreads its ghost-wings
Across cyberspace.
This need to speak –
This I do, despite
All the opposite need
Within to remain
Tongue-curled, silent,
For I have been quiet
So much of the day.
Is it, perhaps, a reminder
That I exist, that the day
Was not in vain?
That the things I did today
Meant something?
I have not invented something,
Planted something, helped someone,
Healed someone, broken new ground.
My day dissipates like smoke
A wild wind blows it all away.
I am atomized.
Tomorrow, I will reassemble.
Guarded optimist.
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