No one

December 3, 1988

Once I was satisfied

Being no one,

A man in a place

A statue in a window,

My hands poised
motionless

Doing always

But never doing,

My mouth slightly open

For speech

But always empty of words

And in those times

I found most contentment

Questions with answers

Motives with reasonable acts

But these days

I drift in spaces

Where questions lack answers

And motives lack reason

And I am never satisfied

And yet,

Move and breathe and think

Freely.