Emotional Inertia

He has taken a wife.
A particle of dust
floats down, seemingly
forevor.

He is mending a coat
for a small child. I watch
the needle rise and fall

in soft light,

from the eyes
of my grave.

When will the sun set?

I walk backwards
inside [the] dream
as if I am frozen

there..

in a yellow field of lily,
an orange poppy
thrives...

why?

I am condemned
to a secret

inertia.