the ink is dry

the ink

is dry. the sky too.
as is
the well.

some days, it's all you
have in
you

is to get up
and shower, find coffee

and sit
with a book off the shelf.

the wonder
of the world has frayed.

the fabric
is faded.

the birds chirp
nonsensically.

the day is a glacier

melting towards
night.