Naught

My presence,
Yours,
Is like a dry leaf’s shadow.
How useful we are.
How desperately we seek
And seek
And seek
For things that we think they are.
For values whose presence is like the doubt we have whether we watered the flowers during the past week or not.
For our shoes to wear and dart out of home to get some fresh air when the last thought in our brain reaches a dead end…
Like now that there are many white unwritten lines below
For you to read and take a deep breath. Go ahead.