Verse

There's an invisible thread of fate

That ties me to this space!

Doesn't matter if I am present

Or musing on the screen

Punching the keys away,

Like possessed

Or if I am ruminating 

In my mental altar

About the traffic that faded 

In the lanes of the neighborhood,

Adjacent to the elementary school.

There's something about roads

Sans people, automobiles and bikes

With trees standing still

Like witnesses to the quiet.

Emptiness is an emotion

Akin to peace 

Says my pseudo spiritual backside

Tying everything to the vacuum 

And wondering if being nothing

And doing nothing is a virtue

That isn't, but is trying to be.