I Never Cry.

(But apparently I did before I wrote this poem)




Today I cried for no reason
I paced the house in meaningless shifts
I searched under rugs, the front porch, my bed and even the sink
I scowered the earth for inspiration
I took out a sheet of water color paper but could not pick a hue
I held a ball of clay but it melted between my fingers
I thought of people having fun
And then I cried once more
I tried to take a nap but my dreams would not become lucid
I thought of all the things I should be doing
I tried to find the center
And I uncovered nothing.