The Void Again

a little whine

They say to go ahead
and feel your feelings,
breathe them deep,
rock and keen,
go down, go down, go through

And that may be more colorful
than this rain-pattered gray,
neither here nor there,
this suspended mist
and the house’s quiet
barely masked by music,
and its emptiness
not half mitigated
by a half-sleeping old man
intermittently creaking the chair

But it’s ridiculous
in my supremely easy life,
my running hot-water,
washer and dryer,
thermostat-heat controlled life
for me to entertain complaint

No right to it,
yet something is required —
A new pursuit of inquiry, some industry,
a project that will capture my attention
Or some new way to look at things
to rescue my infinity,
retrieve it from wherever I have left it.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 3, 2014

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