2/4/03 this morning the sky was a sea of clouds all day the wind blew sharply I kept the house warm and tried to do my business but my mind seemed thick and my will flat I walked into the woods without feeling I would find anything there I took two naps nothing I read compelled my attention and anything I wrote seemed far away there's nothing inside me I thought I'm light as a balloon and could float away the sun is beaming from the west now the sky is a vacant blue the wind has taken away our gray sea and left only a few scraps behind I believe in myself very little and all these things seem empty: the day the sky poetry it doesn't matter that I know they're full too this was the way it was supposed to be today empty and make the best of it