Suddenly

Holding myself together because I have myself to hold

sad songs

sinks me into a lullaby of melancholy

wherever home is wherever i feel cradled

in the notes of the sad songs, slow and swaying

in the words of poetic lyrics

in the details of the mundane living

intentional movements in the yoga routine

in the focus of the joint movements of my knees bringing me to work

shuffling between my bed and place of work

Could I get myself out of this sadness

Perpetual, cyclical

I hope it isn't my default

the more inwards I look

the more I insulate myself from the outside

am I the lingering strum of someone's guitar

or the last of the embers of a burnt up note

can anyone know who I am

if I am as still as perfectly balanced stone

stillness

isn't a sign of lifelessness

but who would take the double take

to watch the stillness

in our fast paced world

who would even think of stillness

when fast encourage fast encourage fast

when flurry is all the hurry

stillness

wants to be noticed but it can't hurry

so it just stays still

and watches all which flurries

maybe stillness looks closely

and will find a hurry

wanting to be still