Today Is Quiet

I don't dare turn on the music. I don't dare fill my head with anything when I have been granted such fleeting serenity.
The constant chatter, dead.
I have not a thought to pick, no precious situation to mull. I want only to sit. To lie still and dull.
I'm looking through the glass between the walls. I see evidence of rain. of spring stalled.
Like the wheels that have turned, and the men who have called. I am paused.
Dangling between affect and cause.
I know that soon I will want to be shaken, but please allow this lack of thrill to thrill.
before I am once again taken
before another goes in for the kill.