Maybe I don’t have to leave
this brilliant resting place.

I’ve been loaded down with too much weight.
‘Be somebody! ’ my dad said.
‘Get ahead and stay ahead! ’
I was carrying his father’s hopes as well.

I got a head; a very, very heavy one.

Maybe I don’t have to write a book, or stifle irritation, or fit into the empty slot
because,
this empty slot,
this brilliant resting place
from where all things arise,
is
who I am.