the worlds sits
still
this morning as
a hushed silence
permeates the day

no cars
or planes
or stomping
upstairs neighbors
not even a sparrow
calling for the sun

perhaps i was
stricken with a stroke
as i tossed and
turned the night away
rendered deaf as
the earth wobbled
precariously

or maybe
everyone else is
happily sleeping
human consciousness
all caught up in
the same wonderful dream
while i sit
stagnant
waiting for the coffee
to dripdripdrip
another abyssal brew