The places we go

Most of what I want to say these days I put in letters to no one.

It is a late night affair saved and used for that

and that only.

Sometimes I feel as a writer I only have so much each day.

And when it’s gone,

it’s gone.

We follow the tides with no idea about the future.

Over and over again I am learning to listen.

Listen to the answers that present themselves,

by themselves.

Where are the places you go when you are left alone?