Ether, by Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

I speak to air, when nobody is there
Impotent soundwaves that go nowhere
I have nothing profound at all to share

My walls and ceiling have no ears to spare
They bring no comfort they cannot care
Out of my window I gaze a blank stare

The sunshine is bright, crisp is the air
Will I venture out, I do not dare
I speak to the air, when nobody is there

Important words that carry no weight
In my head a mundane fruitless debate
No race to be had, not out of the gate

Fleeting afternoon, it’s getting so late
Clock on my toolbar knows not of my fate
I’ve accomplished nothing on today’s slate

I speak to the air, when nobody is there
The bric-a-brac on my bookcase
Collecting dust, it has no face

After I am gone, it will be given away
Or end in a landfill where it will decay
My voice will be silenced as it is today

I talk to myself, and that is always okay
It is my therapy, helps me find my way
I may not know if these words will sway

So into the ether, the flight with no plan
It doesn’t matter if I am not in command
Sometimes there’s nothing to understand

Live in the moment, look out the window
Somewhere a butterfly flutters in the shadow
Of a weeping willow, no need to stress
If your head’s on a pillow