I am not looking

For anything

There is a solace

In the silence

I feel as if I am in a blank space

From emotional content

That which I feel is

Superseded by a blank space

Full of questions

What is next

It is like being in a field of debris

After a tornado has ripped everything in sight to shreds

There are a few things still in place

Friendships and work to be done

All else has been washed away by a

Gail force wind

Here i stand

Looking over the outcome

Realizing how much I enjoy it

Existing in the blank spaces

Being without

Leaves me powerless

Without power, without responsibility

Resting now, after the storm

Adrift