Doing Nothing

In response to my many questions,

the wind answers me

 with silence.

My thoughts are now my own.

In this stillness I sit wondering,

staring at the pools in front of me,

yet 

doing nothing.

This, of course is my favorite trap.

I fall into it often.

It is my reassurance that all

is the same...

The Gods I saw dancing 

in my dreams

have vanished like birds in distant sky.

Leaving me only wanting more.

This is a death of degrees...

And still the breeze speaks to me of nothing

and leaves me empty once more.

I look deep into the pools 

and see the unanswering wind move across them.

Yet nothing stirs from the depths.

I throw stones of pain

in hopes of breaking the surface.

But I see them 

skip across landing on the rocky shores.

Nothing has changed.

So I stand on the banks of these pools

with the silent wind at my back.

The reflection of what I am stares back at me

in hard reality.

All of my weaknesses play across the cold surface

stripping my defenses

till I stand naked...

All of this

and still I am wondering at the 

why's and how's?

So, once again I revert to my favorite

past time.

Doing nothing at all...