My day at home quiet and empty

My day at home

To someone who is far away

Wednesday, 7/12/18

By Tt at home in Virginia

The home is empty now.

I being filled up with something solid and hard all morning. 

My mind becomes a balloon has no string! 

I hear the air floating around me freely and peacefully.

I can smell the time, it is thick and tasteless…

Apparently, I missed something

Or rather I received something that is big, new and hard to get rid of! 

I confess,

It is not easy and it is not fun!

Through the window

I can see the sunlight is patting the leaves

And all trees are so gratified

This is perfect, I said to myself…

I closed my eyes try to live like the tree blessed by the light.

However, in the moment of silence

I noticed the creatures with wings, the birds

It seems they are trying to break the perfect peace

The harmonious life in the wood with their annoying demands.

Oh well, you birds! I complained sympathetically…

‘Cover your ears’, I heard a voice inside

I plug in my fingers in my ears tightly

Hopelessly, in the moment of noise-free

I see all the insects uplift their little dinky heads high in the grass

And also seems to say “look at us, we are here too!”

Birds’ hullabaloo and insects’ uproars

Confirms how lonesome I am

And how empty the home is...