Newdays

A great expanse of time
Has recently unfolded
And an emptiness followed.
Suddenly, things didn’t come
With deadlines or appointments.
It was all too fluid, too loose.
Enough to scare the bones,
A bounty of loneliness.
Beyond finishing the day
Goals felt absurd and lifeless
And every day folded
With careless nonchalance,
As if it was mocking me.
It was the time to be
For the sake of those bones
About half way into their use.
It sneaked in ever so suddenly,
That freedom.