that absence isn't a loss, is something that the mind fathoms,

but doesn't easily accept.
separation from a usual comfort
brings along feelings of dispiritude

that are washed

away

by happier things.

devoid of

motion
of movement

and yet.
going somewhere.

and it's on.

sometimes I'm shattered,
and it's not just fatigue.

but lovely white flowers fill the breeze with refreshment.