Looking

Nothing. There is nothing here. No news. No greetings. No...

Hope.

No Hope...not here.

I'm looking for it here. Looking for something here. Looking for someone here. Looking for

Hope

Tired, lonely, hungry, thirsty, anxious and sad I sit down here and stare into it, looking for something.

It's not there.

Empty. Inbox, that is. Nothing to take me away from details. Nothing to distract from the task at hand. Nothing pressing to justify being here. Again. Looking. Looking....

So I look away from it. I turn away from it. I walk away from it to

Life.

My Life.

Beautiful, full, loud, rich, messy and delicious.

Faces, looking up. Voices, calling out. Arms, reaching out.

I look back as I pull the door closed behind me.....

Nothing there.

Click, goes the latch as my hand turns the doorknob shut.

Click again, as another door opens into

My life.