Silently Waiting

Silent, thinking, reticent, just sitting here writing poetry, letting feelings filter through music and it's rhythms, all soothing, calming this interior intellect with a purpose. Keeping me focused and constantly awake as thoughts continue to energize me totally, waiting, being ignored, left to my own devices. Numb inside, letting my mind choose attitudes and moods to fit how I will face this day, people going by, smiling, saying Hi, nothing more. Looking out the window occasionally, watching nature at play in the early morning sunlight, throwing shadows every which way, lying upon the ground awaiting the movement of whatever it is reflecting in the light.