Restless

Stimulation of the outside 

world denied to me ~

Poor me

Yet pushing down frayed and

fraying worries and fears ~

they won’t stay still!

Hunger or sleepiness 

my only stimulation ~

except for electronic messages from afar.

Where is poetry or story 
in this strange isolation? ~

In hiding just for today?

Words flutter silently to 

the floor of my mind ~

where they turn into mushrooms

Sounds like time for

scribbles and paints! ~

or cooking or sewing?

“Remember: if you can cease all restless activity, 

your integral nature will appear.”

~ Laozi