And I Adrift

A strange day,
Ominous and quiet,
But not silent,
So my ears are spared their ringings.

Sprawled out in this catatonic state,
Sprawled out and chilled,
From the cracks in the floor boards,
And the gusts from the bay.

I don't speak a word,
So you can't hear me,
But I breathe,
Soft and steady does my rib cage rise and fall,
And to the wills or whims of no one.

Eyes that flicker,
But don't observe,
Something in the quiet stillness,
Prohibits sensory download,
And I adrift.

Reading the immortal poetry,
Of a Dead Man,
He lives on forever,
O what a tedious notion.

The kettle howels,
The quiet stillness dissolves and is forgotten,
I adrift...