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 
until 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.