A convalescent

My object-free life
sometimes needs something more
tangible yet obtuse, so it wouldn’t hurt
when it touches the fettle
that comes with a myriad of attempts,
like all that prying used to:
‘Where are you off to?’

I guess I still need time.


More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.