I take refuge
in the whiteboard
in my body
the blank page
where I gently wipe clean
all the lovely thoughts
and painful stories
where the pastel shades
and violent hues
of sensation and emotion
show their colours
and leave no trace
where I trust
that even scintillating awe
and the wonder of star-song
will return in good time
and just now I can wipe their beauty away
there is freedom
moving through the eraser
and my choice
to keep tending
this empty space.