Ennui

so far from myself

in a world of running time and the click

click click there are no quiet times in my mind to see what the wind brings easily down into

 

dark recesses

to which something like wisdom lived.

It is tired.

 

Still there but too easy

and not easy enough

to find 

 

no gleeming forests to roam

 

See the wind upon the lake coming 

please come here

I'm waiting.