top of page

This Corner

In this dark unappreciated corner of this room

I sit patiently waiting for the next word to pop up

One that will spring me into the next action; hopefully a virtuous one

In this cold corner I sit

Unanticipated by the long quarantined Sunday

A day usually used for rest

But resting is not current in this existence,

when my mind is a constant flow

In this dark corner I wait for the next hour

Meditation is my refuge

This spot will remain open for me

For when I am ready to fill the void of why I don’t let it be.


bottom of page