In Stasis

In the silence between ringing static,

Where all thought and feeling is mute;

There drifted pieces of our splintered sun,

Suspended in a sea of stoic stillness...

We looked up, we whose feet scratched this earth;

Feigning divine mechanics in the arching of necks,

Arms flailing like leafless branches swaying in wind,

As shafts of lightning and thundering claps

Crowded our sky with dark, damning clouds.

In the cold of our stasis, death’s breath was warm,

And the million eyed monster that haunted our dreams,

Was but a puppy yapping in a void of confounding darkness.

The world was a dog spinning on its tail;

And we the fur bristling on its coat,

Registered static panic with jaws jarred ajar-

Oblivious to the signs punctuating our fears,

That something unseen was growing in our midst.

2015