‘easy, easy’
they say,
when nothing is easy

and my eye welcomes
the comfort of my
fingertip
and says this is a
pressing matter

and I’ve buried myself in bricks
for days
hard thoughts
heavy thoughts
thoughts that leave no room for
anything else at all

and I sink
and I sink
and my thoughts are nothing but
this

and the day comes that
I’ve been waiting for
and I’m going alone
like I wanted
but didn’t want
and it happens
and it’s okay
probably
maybe

and it’s over

and just like that
the bricks are gone
I’m still on my own
but comfortably so
and I can stand
and there is light
air all around
no dusk or dawn

just like a switch
midnight to midday sun

and everything feels fine –
until next time.