I’ve never been comfortable in stillness
the aching awareness of one place
with no motion you can feel everything
the eeriness of it
the yearning to move
the ache where your body rests on the world
just so.

Just so still
and while I lay still
my mind would do loops
as the world moved on without me
ever in motion. ever in action. ever changing.
frenetic
with my body inert
and me
always vulnerable inside of it.

Tenuous like a dandelion
all fluff that can be blown away
by a swift breath
a light breeze
a harsh word.

Someday I hope to find the power in it.