Tag: Poetry

It’s quiet up here

Above clouds
Above signals
Above noise

I’m disconnected
And my mind begins to float.

Looking down I imagine

What’s being said
What’s being heard
What’s calling for attention

And I brush at my beard
over what’s not.

Not everything needs noise

To feel seen
To feel heard
To feel connected

But noise isn't the type
To just give in or relent.

The window calls me back

And as I look upon the clouds
And vast sky
And bend of the earth

I feel a deep sense of calm
and—

I glance back at my screen

I clack a few keys
Move around a few lines
And unknowingly wonder how I might

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