A Safe Place to Stand

A void behind me
Blurring the past
Until it's senseless
A void everywhere ahead
An indiscernible future
The only safe place
Is a mathematician's quiet office
An old book on problem solving
A familiar place to drink coffee
Old towels and jeans
The here and now collapses
and falls into the void
Like lungs that cannot sustain breath
Each moment races past me like this
There are hazards everywhere
There is void on every side
I strain against the blurriness of it
Against the ambiguity
I struggle for a safe place to stand
And there is none
This is my Lent