A Poem About Nothing

Just this once I don't want to be held To let go and not have to comprehend, not have to comprehend the words my heart spill, that my mind has lost will to read. I'm going to put my feet in the sand, And watch them vanish under the grain. If only life were like a well, long and narrow, unknown in depth, would it be easier to follow direction? Just this once I'd like to jump To feel my body give in to gravity, and listen to the wind rasping loudly Perhaps I'll put my hand on this chest, to the beat that will thump loudly in fear People can stare for all I care, They are welcome to join if they dare. Just this once I'm going to write, Allow these fingers to flow as I go, To see letters get better and form words of their own, that may not be put in any genre So this is that poem that speaks about nothing, That I still hope will meet your callibre.