Third day back at work
in the New Year,
& still, no one’s here.
No good vibrations to play off of—
Even the IT guy on Monday was spooked:
“Dude, it’s too quiet! How can you stand it?”
The knives of the mind are dulled by silence.
Meditation quiets the mind.
But then my muses are bound & gagged
until I stop breathing deep—
I am hungry for voices outside.
Someone’s coming in!
Brain’s now sharper;
I am well again.