Once I felt the Zen*

Saturated with loneliness

Staring through a gray spotted window

Grimed with street dirt

Looking above the edge

Staring past a flag

Strangling itself on an unyielding pole.

Moving my eye to white cloud puffs

providing background for a flighted pigeon flock

beyond

a washed out sky

blue battling with slanted sunlight

Once I felt the Zen.

When?

Now just incredible emptiness

replaced with incredible emptiness

Layered

With unresolved direction.

The artist has laid aside his brushes

And stares unseeing at the forms on his canvas

The writer shoves his pen in his pocket

And spits on the sidewalk.

Lovers hold out their arms to empty air.