Filling time is a lonely business (a poem)

A bit frustrated with my writing the last couple of days. An acceptable result from this morning…

You wouldn’t expect the hours to be so empty
but then a void can open almost anywhere

So it’s once more unto the breach
attempting to reconcile the emptiness of space
with the unshakable stigma of invisibility

When invisibility coexists with emptiness
filling time is a lonely business

To be unseen, unheard, and unknown
amplifies the echoes within each moment
as if in defiance of the laws of physics

Yet this is where I have taken up residence

If there’s a saving grace in all of this
it’s my stubborn refusal
to remain invisible

(25 July 2015)