there are poets all around
  speaking aloud
   to those who will listen

a rotation
  of the population

ones searching
  ones mourning
   ones thinking
    ones praying

for something
  or someone
   or nothing
    or no one

why do we turn
  to writing
   to reading
    to sleeping
     to dreaming
      for fulfillment

i guess we find comfort
  in this space
   of the abstract
    to release ourselves
     find company for once
      and return when peace is found