This equation
has no resolution.

Light floods a room
with someone 
who is see-through,
and one who looks away.

Inside the gaps 
that feed
an undercurrent
of creative selfishness,
I hopelessly look for
an answer 
that lives inside
my finger making
doodles across 
water vapor 
trapped on glass.

Later, on a chilly 
firewood scented evening,
I touch shoulders
with friends.
Their laughter
grounding me,
reminding me
I’m fine with what
I don't understand.

(Daily Writing 104)