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Superseded by a blank space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