Another morning walk to the train station
only to stand mannequin-like on the platform
I feel the train approaching
and the wave of movement starts
but I stay still
letting the people break around me
I don’t go forward.
I don’t go backward.
I am inert
and my mind has gone underground
while the trains pass one after another…
I stand at the window
and listen to the hush breaking under the weight of the birds song
and gaze at the sunrise painting the sky
and I should gather that gold into my arms
to carry through the day
leaving light in the spaces I move through
But all I feel is sunset
I am sinking beneath the edge
and there is only farewell in the music my heart beats in time with…
These are static days for me
I am unchanging in a constantly changing world
rigid and marking blind time
waiting for something to move me.