I stare blankly as leaves fall
gently outside my window
“5 cm a second”
I once heard about cherry blossoms —
How slow do maple leaves float down from barren branches?
My bed engulfs, my
pillows suffocate, my
blanket embraces.
I haven’t moved a cm since dawn, and while
the world swirls and
shakes like seismic shifts —
my room, this place, this moment
stays still.
My plants wilter and dry, how long till they die?
The winter sun, low on the horizon at mid-day
casts shadows on memories and on my
thoughts.
There are things to do ideas to pursue messages to shoot
Yet all I want to do is
hide
beneath the covers and away from the world —
watching that tree through the window, resolute in the wind
giving false hope.