being

When I write because I have to,

My fingers freeze.

My brain asks me to let it breathe

My heart asks to let it be free

So I let them

I turn off the technical,

And I turn on the natural

An ant scurries across my keyboard

Oblivious to my intentions

I’m bigger than it

Or is it bigger than me?

I listen to my neighbor snore beyond our shared wall

Separated only by thin plaster,

But in our own space

[Even so]

His noise urges me on

Reminds me that I am alone

but

Not lonely

That I do my best

That I am good

That I am happy

As long as I just let me be