Monday, November 18, 2013

sitting in bed

sitting, i sit
nested in: blankets pillows soft slab mattress - patterns
of knit and fabric print and the wall familiar
further out the sea )the floor is lava( and stars - glued lovingly to ceiling in 
other days
i'll get up
in other days I'll get up 
other days but now the wood floor must be cold, and laundry needs adjusting
laundry needs more than i - sitting in bed
further in: consideration: options are weighed, an unholy See )should i Rome(
options are weighed without argument. no merit. hamlet sits.
sitting. i sit. there is an impulse to rise, to walk, to go forth, but it is not an impulse
what is it? not an impulse. a thought? a possibility! there is a possibility.
why a possibility? a possibility does not move, does not become.

sitting, i sit, become aware of possibility, empty space where i am not
not standing not dressing not in the garden
nested in blankets with folds which are dry river beds where the floods rise
i sit aware i am not standing in the cold room where drafts are complaining at windows
howling angry shaking trees the winds which are pressure, air too big for staying: air becoming elsewhere
which i am not - sitting - for hours as the light draws in negative:
shadows on  the wall which are not the light; apartments in the neighborhood which are not the light;
i am not the light have i got it in me, any of the light is it in me
is each possibility equal to each other:
i am not in the kitchen as i am not in the clouds
am not the air though
i am bigger than this place -
i do not howl or shake the trees
though i imagine that door
beyond which i have greater possibility
i am not
i sit

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