One Flight Down

I need no,
Remedies,

But this hot tea,
In my hands-
And words on a page.

I need no speech-

But words of Emerson,
And soft music in my ears.

The hum...
Of a banjo,
And peace
From my fears.

I need nothing,
But the steam of a hot bath,
Where I've washed all that used to be
Down the drain,

As the hot
Soaks
My back and
My throat,
Where all the emotion
Hangs,

And tension
Reigns.

And I need nothing
Else.
No companionship.

Only truth.
Only this.