Static futures
on being occupied by feelings of want
Of late there’s been this overwhelming feeling that this is not it,
that I am on the edge of something I can’t quite make out.
And I wake up in waiting,
accumulating hungers, desires, losses,
as a distraction
and a means to carry me through the unease
of the here and now.
I walk in circles restless –
having acquired little sleep,
adding another thing to my oversaturated list of to-dos,
critically averse to having nothing to do,
but preparing for a moment that never arrives.