I cannot keep a steady hand
to write empty words upon a page.
My mind
flits
back and forth,
thoughts like fireflies in the dark.
I have no tracks for my rambling thoughts,
so they seep
d
o
w
n
through the cracks in sidewalks
as I wander through the streets,
looking for a place-
any place,
to be
inhabit
stay in
make of home of
live.
So I grab at empty spots on pages,
praying that somehow writing down the confusion
will burn it away
and leave me blessedly empty.