25 Nov 2019

Anything



In a moment of fleeting sanity
Caught between the door closing and
My opening it again
A pause
And as though a fervent prayer
Escaped me via sacred breath
I looked to the ceiling and simply exhaled
anything

To nothing and no one
With no expectation of
Response or favour
And then it was gone
Like a bottle in the ocean that holds
A one word note

And I have to no avail
Spent the remainder of today
Trying to understand what it means.