Windy spring evening brings me outside
to sit in the driveway with two cats,
listening to wind chimes and crickets
and swishing air.
I just sit, letting the whirls of air
wash over me;
slowing my brain to the pace
of the night–and the cats.
But I can feel the void as
I sit still and quiet;
feel the existential angst
always at the edge of things.
I just sit.
The wind blows.
A Favorite QuoteLife is really simple but we insist on making it complicated. ~ Confucius