Stopped in place because… the pain
now takes a solo through the days.
Everything is in movement, but me;
I stay inert, quiet, nothing hurts inert,
no grinding my bones on my bones.
If I just breathe quietly and watch the sunlight
bouncing off my crystal shiny things,
that hang in my window to entertain me…
rainbowing along my walls like prism rockets,
invading my ceiling with reds and oranges yellows and blues
Then so am I, as I go mesmerized ,
by streamers blowing in gusts of wind,
rocking boughs of the trees, shimmying their leaves in the background.
I might almost be approaching meditation.. while the world is so busy around me.
Footsteps taking someone somewhere to do something,
I do nothing, but glaze my eyes on beauty, breathe softly, avoid movement.
I, the static statue that dreams of running in the woods, skipping down the jungle paths, a graceful leaping gazelle, with not a care in the world…
And no pain.