The Disquiet of an Almost Empty Nest
Alone with my thoughts
The house
still and quiet
Enveloping me with sadness
that had spent the day
just below the surface
Because they were here
Taking up space
In their respective rooms
Making me feel less lonely
Knowing other living beings
were close by
Breathing
Existing
No interaction required
Their presence soon absent
No longer to anchor me
with purpose
I must find my way out of the
disquiet. Discover desires
Let lonely yield to inspired
Up the Fjord
Stretching out
to the jagged
cliffs
I wonder if it recognizes
the edges
it soothes and softens
Lapping against the rocks
where harbor seals laze
I, too, have edges
Longing to be soothed
and softened
by the pure
and pristine waters of Long Falls
• Monique Crisafi resides in Redondo Beach, California, with her two teenage children. She is an educator and holds a master’s degreee in educational leadership. The Capital City Weekly accepts submissions of poetry, fiction and nonfiction for Writers’ Weir. To submit a piece for consideration, email us at editor@juneauempire.com.
