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

and my eye welcomes
the comfort of my
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

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

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.