adrift

how is it that
one day
you can feel
so close
to your family
your friends
the pot plant
in the corner
and the next day
you question
the sun in the sky

it holds no warmth
and no other meaning
will come to fill the space
you are adrift
disconnected from yourself
words come
now and then
from a distant shore
“you’re always so balanced
calm easy-going
you take everything
in your stride”
these words are ripples
remnants of tidal waves
coming back to make sure
the irony is not missed

how can the lack
of anything hurt
dull dull ache
hanging around
like a lonely sunday
like a twilight
that won’t give in

anticipation has fled
long ago

an orange lies
on the lawn
in the sun
the ones
on the tree
look down
and wonder
what it’s like
to have fallen
and the tree wishes
they’d get on with it