I wander day to day

Listlessly waiting

For distraction to break

Boredom’s terror,

But nothing comes—

Not a note to fold

Into tight patterns then

Tucked into a pocket

To find months later

Blurred like nostalgia,

Not a note to whistle

Alone and a bit off key.

So, I mask the silence

In mottled memories.

(November 19, 2017)