Not Every Day Is Fit For Terse Poem by Nat Z. Punx

some days you have to expand
explain
in detail
your position
today isn't one of thoses days
it's
the other kind

where there isn't a thought

in your head
in your heart

could it be peace

more likely
the vacuum pocket
aside a diesel rig
hugging close to the rocketing
bouncing
passage of time

either way it's quiet
and windless

you can hear the brake connections
and safety chains sing
like thin delicate windchimes
hear the whipsong
a few feet away
outside of the pocket

but here it is quiet
windless
fleeting
unnatural
peaceful