Windfall
No call no message whatsoever
What a great relief there is ever
No news is good news, as is said
I’m left alone by the world instead
A whole morning of reading and musing
Of no interruption, no visitation infusing
Then why i refer to the wireless tether
If i so prefer to merge in a nether
I am expecting a fat job offer
But I am willing it to come never
Forsaken
However puny the cosmic motes
Are on the strings like some notes
Some are heard and resonated
Others sifted into the void annihilated
Like winds, some are caught by trees
Some by sails, some no one hears or sees.