Breathe in. Stop. Look around. And listen. The world; It's not moving And you are as immobile as you'll every be On your bed, horizontal. Sinking slowly with your own weight. Did you see that? That one last leaf, fluttering on the tree Flirting with the window. That leaf is going to fall now. But you can't move. Did you hear that? That's rain. Showering the fruits of your existence Alas, you sow but won't reap Your chest, tightening The air, teasing you, somersaulting around your nose. Catch it with your eyes, your hope. You're sinking, still Through the bed, On the floor; Through the floor, On the ground; And now, inside. Breathe out.