Resurrection

John Constable — A Cloud Study, Sunset

A stressed Tuesday…
A nothingness being.
Mind into a constant fleeing.
Cells incessantly deafening buzzing.
Where to look for
this lego crumbling apart?

But the feet continue to walk,
Amid hustle and bustle
Amid corporate jostle
In helpless paces.
for the stop is death,
rush is the new breath.

Day fleets, night welcomes
in its empty street
Of faceless voices replete
But where to look for?
The self-help paragraphs?
The frivolous facebook?

Meanwhile...
Rain erupts
A mellifluous music
Pattering on leaves and bricks,
Oozing through inflamed pores.
A revitalizing breeze
Of soothing whispers.
A Colloidal of icy drops
shattering the brittle shell of stress.
Thus...
In a lonely pale room
Life resurrects for a brief...