Without purpose (a poem)

I spent yesterday updating my blog and finishing the preliminary layout for a section of the next book, so I didn’t write yesterday. I was at it first thing this morning, though…

Patience without virtue
a ladder without rungs
two sticks in the ground
up against the building
without purpose

Bridges over dry beds
names on old maps
passages to nowhere
dead earth under foot
without purpose

All my corners
hiding places
secrets in stacks
layers of emotion
without purpose

A buzzing in the dark
an urgency behind the light
something out there
something lost
without purpose

(25 May 2016)