no poem will come to you at midday

Happy National Poetry Month! I wrote this piece as I sat alone in open lab about a year or so ago I believe.

Midday

No poem will come to you at midday

Like midpoints showing no start or end

To grapple with nothingness is to sit still

In a room with nothing but shifting molecules

It might drift to you then, the marvelous doings

The announcement of accomplishments

And the shining eyes of the ambitious

It might dawn on you then in that quiet room

In that quiet mind of yours buzzing with

Thoughts un-sparked by the stifling darkness    

To have shared it with the world: this now just a wonder

But there, in that quiet corner of the world, the start

Of solitude in thought, in mind, and in doing.