A day's gone by and I've not said a word
To anyone. While this might count as sad
Were it a daily truth, not to have heard
A human voice at all, not e'en my own,
For this small space of time feels strangely good.
The world moves at it the pace it's always known
Outside my windows, as I knew it would.
Meanwhile my work continues quietly,
Slow progress upon progress, this thing grows
From what I planted last year inside me
Into something that's new, something that glows
With all the energy I've put there for
First months, then days, now a few hours more.