this morning there is no wind

the only sounds

are the whine in my ears

and water dripping in the kitchen sink

i sit here quietly

as time unrolls in silence

taking my thoughts with it

what is real?

i know my memories are but constructs

but what about feelings?

are they created?

are they catalysts?

where in me do they live?

how can they bring tears

of joy and sorrow?

the water still drips

my ears still ring

my thoughts roll on with time

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott