House Shape

I stayed inside all morning

Watching waves of rain pass over

Cold and dry by the window

I didn't turn a light on

The fireplace dead since last night

Emptiness inside cold morning

Low grey sky immense living belly

Of a silver fur thing

In waves of weather the house lies

Piled up wood with me inside

I'm piled up dust alive dreaming

Or walking whirlpool of water

Awake and indifferent

Looking at cars go by and then get forgotten

Only a sound of a waterfall breathing out

In one long exhale

Rings in my ears for a moment

Then another wave of rain blows over

Greying out the light

The lawn through window seems undiscovered

A separate way of seeing

A separate way of breathing it in

A lost world separate from the usual

Barely meaningful waking and dreaming

Lost in an unfolding

Thinking about what to do with a day

Sitting while the light dies

Finally it's over

In blue dusk I finally step outside

Breathing in the cloud that has settled

Noticing a black looming house shape

And at last my eyes crack open