Fingertips brush the course cement wall
As I wander ever so slowly down the alley
Stepping over the pavement cracks
Where weeds grow with vigour
My mind in a distant space
Tracing events to when it all started
Was there a beginning?
Or were things always this way?
It’s hard to recall a time when things were different now
So long since joy infused my life
Nothing permeates this glass wall
Which muffles sound and diminishes senses external
Even light is dulled
Here, there is nothing.