Still Life

If I sit
silent
and still
and stare out the window sill
from the dark room
into the darker night,
mayhaps the world--too fast and bright and chaotic--
would simply
pass
me
by.

If I close my eyes
to light,
so that I see
only darkness...
Nothing
can see
in darkness,
so nothing
will see
me.

And time,
slow-
ly
trick-
ling,
tick-tocking
time,
might pass in a gust,
changing my world in a rush,
without changing me.

Write silly poems always makes me feel better.