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Hauling baggage

Loaded with items

Intended to provide

Diversions for defeating

The odd bout

Of ennui

Should it appear,

Spread its dreaded tentacles—

Extended filaments

Of spiritual listlessness—

And Envelope me in

Befuddled boredom,

Always hopeful

For success,

I’ve seldom traveled light

Always bringing

Bemusement buffers

Built to hold boredom

At bay.

But, busying oneself

Doesn’t block boredom from breaching

Any better than buying

New things can solve

That empty yearning

Slyly lurking, surreptitious,

In wait of quiet moments

To seize advantage

And take command of my senses

Wanting More. More. More.

Neither addresses

The poverty of spirit

That robs life

Of meaning;

Neither can fill the void

Created in lieu of

An unfulfilled heart

Nor command the attention

Needed

To hear the heart’s call.

Tim Konrad                                                          February 16, 2021