Nonstop

No stopping–

And why–

That’s what makes me live, keep

living, through and in everything–

No clocks, no time 

No timeline.

Eat lunch in a hurry but

Force self to slow 

Quiet in kitchen, see people pass–

“Go away!” I think.

But thinking only I hear.

I prefer the isolation.

stale crackers, left from an earlier appointment.

What can I do–

(5/14/16)