Somehow, It Returns

a soft misty rain falls outside

and in it I stand contemplating

the inevitability of something,

but cannot remember  what it is

as this bottomless emptiness

swallows me like Jonah, leaving

me swimming around as if floating

in a watery void of consciousness

and muted light with no discernable

path or direction…   and,

a dead silence that is breathtaking

in its awesomeness of nothingness;

and yet here I am floating in it

wishing there could be more  to this

while knowing that there is not.

11Jun14