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 fire place dead since last night Emptyness inside, cold morning Low grey sky immence 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 A life dreaming or walking whirlpool of water Awake and indifferent Looking at cars go by and then get forgotten Only a sound of the waterfall breathing out And one long exhale Rings in my ears for a moment A sperate way of seeing A seperate way of breathing it in A lost world seperate from the usual barely meaningful waking and dreaming Lost in an unfolding Thinking about what to do with the day And Sitting while the light dies And Finally its over In blue dusk I finally step outside Breathing in the cloud that has settled