pathless

Sometimes, there comes a time
When nothing answers;

The books are done and dusted,
They have no wisdom.
Well-meaning friends
Have had their say-
There are a dozen paths to take.
None offering light.
What is left to consider,
Is one's own emptiness.
Sitting on a park bench
One can look up-
Into the patterns made by life
On the limitless blue beyond,
and breathe...
While waiting for inspiration.