he feels

like an empty jar
discarded by the wayside
thrown into space
waiting to be recycled 
by a kind soul

the label has weathered
apart from the bit stating
the best before date
which seems long in the past
while the future is undecipherable

and yet it contains
weary promise and hope
to be refilled and
put to good purpose and meaning
through meditation and prayer
in order to obtain mindfulness 

slowly he retrieves himself
from gloom and oblivion

as he wakes up it dawns on him
that he had been dreaming
but at least now he 
resides in the jar

21st November 2023
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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