Quiet Space

I sit here in this quiet space, No rivers or fancy song, Pavement perhaps on a glorious day. My eyes only see the moment of creation, No fabrications or loose thoughts. In doubt whether my new uniform Will outlast the old stitch, The answer roams out of my reach. For the sake of my continual stillness, Please don’t feed me— My senses are parked outside. Surrender me, Surrender me now, Surrender me tomorrow, And all the days that follow.