Like dreams

My ideas come like dreams
a project, an art piece
a sculpture

My pain rails against movement
thoughts trapped in my head
pull me down the well

A bottomless well
Watching the rope slip silently
into the darkness I watch

with no plan of escape
the tether attached to my leg falls
with the weight of an unseen anchor

Here we are again.
Fall, depression,
hopelessness

A bird chirps outside
oblivious to my plight

If only I could get up
if only I could take a shower
if only I could complete a piece of art

Desperation allowed me to create a blog
meeting kindred souls and kind folk
buffeting me from the sides of my well

My illness surrounds me on mornings like this:

I wake alone, cold with one bird outside
The train roars in the background like a
thunderstorm rolling in across the sky

The bird is trying to tell me something
is it hungry? is there danger near?
is the world as simple as the bird says?

Wake up today
see the sky brighten
find nourishment
clean wings, preen for self

Interrupted by a bluejay
the dialog ceases

The call of that strident bird
demands respect and silence from
its chatty little neighbor

I was enjoying the conversation

The train calls me now
the weight of freight on the rails
groans as if in pain

My ears plugged, I wonder
how deep am I in the well water?

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