Poem: Unsaid

 I sit with the phone and think

I know there's a poem in here,

Somewhere;

If not a poem, then

Some profound observation,

Some secret knowledge

For me to impart.

I sit thoughtlessly scrolling,

Feeling the words, the thought,

The feeling at the edge

Of my awareness:

Alas, it's not to be

No wisdom, only

Vapid emptiness

And the sense that there

Is something important

Left unsaid.

(c) 12.8.2020