Longing is like a sheet of paper
Blank
And Then crumpled
The creases remind you
Of where you fell short
And what you don’t own
But really
They are self imposed
short shadows
Of nothing
Monumental
I used to think
About living a life
That could be
Monumental
And I gave up on
Wanting
The birds out my window
Two in the nest
One mother
Watching the sun
Pass through the sky
Watching the present
The other day I read
A quote
Poking holes in our world’s
Obsession with accomplishment
What a novel concept
To just be
Like a blank sheet of paper