concept

a harrowing emptiness

to be filled

maybe by

reading,

poems in a library

maybe by 

trying to understand

                                     primary

concepts

such as

a universal hollow

or maybe by

wandering in the rain

drinking tea

withholding 

                               physical pain

no longer able to blame

anything or anyone

but circumstance

but yet to always

be wandering

and wondering

and missing

and wishing

that things change

and so there 

in that somali resturant

there,

feeling at home

and like a stray cat

in a city, in fact

sure nights are black

and sort of cold

because its getting old

and nobody knows

what its like 

                                     to withhold
 physical pain