we’re all just filling time
so many ways, shapes
busyness for no reason
languishing
awaiting answers to questions unasked
ducks lined up neatly
is not the whole story
freedom surrounds, but not really
the popular paths are open
wherever we want to go, within reason
we have all we ask for
in secret prayers long ago
but we find ourselves
bereft and alone
and wishing for less
less to keep track of
less to answer for
and wanting more
more open fields
more open days