Anhedonia and I

Anhedonia and I

will wait

by the fountain

where the sparrows bathe

and ponder why

great things must end

and why the ones

that don’t become boring.

We will play bystanders

with no stories to tell save the

ones carved into the corner

of our eyes by crows feet,

and the world won’t see us

because we’ve sat so long

on the stone steps,

next to the fountain

and her sparrows, that

we may as well be statues.

I could try to

enlighten you of my interiority,

but why would it matter?

Even if remembered,

would you care

about a stranger

and her complexities?

Eventually, Sonder

will find us, creep

into the hollows

of our mind, body, and soul

and make us question if

we were ever, honestly, important

when the world is full

of people.

Anhedonia and I

will have nothing to say

that may save us from this mundane

life except that we hope

to find entertainment tomorrow,

but Sonder will hold

our attention on the sparrows,

bathing in the fountain

like the main

characters of their own story.

Curiosity and I

will strip and plunge into the

penny lake,

and Anhedonia will wait

by the fountain,

sleeping while I bathe in

the lovely simplicity

of living.