the dull quiet

the pendulum swings
from
disgust to hatred, to dismay,
to feeling sorry,
to being thankful,
to
feeling lost, to being
found,
to being overjoyed.
it keeps moving from side
to side,
up
then down.
i'm ready for the middle.
the steady
unswinging, the dull quiet
of nothing.
just a normal day,
a normal
thought, washed clean,
scrubbed sound.