Silence
but for
the ebb and flow of echos
in a stilling mind
reaching for a pause
between the thinking dreams
I have no place to be
except
well
everywhere one day
but who
do I think I am?
To think that I can be
anything other
than
A blip
a drop
in the ocean
a blip
of consciousness
Why try to be
something more?
But why?
I am here
my first breath won the lottery
the land is green the sky is
Night
envelopes
comforts
with silence
and that is
enough