My Universe

An untroubled breeze whirls evenly past,
my eyes averted toward the heavens, not really seeing
but looking just the same.
What I'm searching for is a mystery, even to me.
Perhaps if I stare with enough intensity it will become apparent
or the exotic tinkling of the camel bells will begin to coalesce
and form words in my ears, providing me with an answer.
Oddly, I am feeling weightless and onerous in the same moment
and in this, I am physically conflicted.
Moving requires the strength of Atlas
but I somehow manage to pull my hand up through the inky night
persuading one last drag from my cigarette.
I sit here most nights thinking about nothing and everything,
sleep eluding me and wondering if this is all there is.
There are those who think I worry too much,
but it is in these small, stolen occasions alone,
I find peace.