Searching For Nothing
Searching For Nothing
I like holidays when nothing is celebrated.
The streets are empty and Pigeons burst from cover
as I walk down wide boulevards, eagerly searching solitude.
No buses, no commuters, no human distractions to distort
my personal oblivion. Precisely this moment is what I crave,
free to squander empty thoughts, filled with nothing.
Then it floats into my head… where should I go?
well... anywhere is the answer I’m looking for. Then I’ve arrived
at my special place, where it all makes sense.
If I choose, I can walk across the busiest intersection,
only inspiration, crosses my path. Maybe head back across the
same street, and still, only possibilities enter my mind.
Solitude is purity… those Pigeons I startled earlier,
landed anywhere they wanted,
and so did I.
07/07/10
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2010
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