BrokenEchoes

  I slowly pour myself into my coffee Dissolving quickly - seeking homeostasis I drink in the galaxies When I am sated and warm, I turn off my consciousness Lower my defenses And finally find peace I am one with the world The universe inside this warm mug welcomes me We are, combined, a new entity We are eternal And fragile Extraordinary and unknowable Isolated in this ceramic With tendrils expanding across the cosmos.

  I wander unfamiliar streets It is loud and chaotic Not like back home Honking from every direction Construction noises and shouting Everything is moving faster than it should be Traffic zips along Even the people seem to be in a rush I feel…out of place Unwelcome, uneasy I find myself a bench I sit and try to acclimate to the mayhem Tune in…adjust to the madness around me Once I have camouflaged myself Once I am indiscernible from the background static, I stand I resume my rambling Blending into the rush.

  My workshop is home To a small but growing collection Of eyes, and legs, and leavings It is among these strewn remnants That I find the aim of my next pursuit It is amidst this tangle of carnage That motivation sparks momentum Here in my home My sanctuary My tiny pocket of the world I can make my plans…undisturbed.

  I’m going to leave I’m going to drive home I’m going to lock the door I’m going to have a drink I’m going to sit in a comfortable chair I’m going to close my eyes I’m going to ignore the world I’m going to feel better.