Getting Used to Nothing
Lets take a break from yesterday and visit where I am today. Fighting for contentment Still.
I cross my living room, steal a glance out the window longingly, feel the muscle-remembered flip flop in my belly at the good news of an Amazon package, wanting to look up, puzzled, and ask, “What did I order again?”
“Oh yes.”
I want to taste again the hope of something new, something needed now possessed, something wished for now enjoyed.
I'm trying to get used to this. To nothing in the mailbox. Nothing resting on my front stoop. Nothing at the center of giddy children, waiting to be sliced open and discovered.