PRIVY

Sometimes I do my
best work there, where
I put the day on pause
looking at my reflection,

a testament to the
peace of mind one
can conjure, as thoughts
dance in colored swirls,

behind the door I sit,
ventilation of the things
I air, and tossing what's not
needed in a waste bin,

and sometimes we
go numb, waiting too
long for things we know,
may never come out.