This moment, now, sitting in a dark distorted
by the hum of a computer’s fan, the too bright screen.
This moment, now, sitting in a silence broken
with the hushed ellipsis of car wheels over cracks.
This moment, now, sitting, trying to sit, drooping
chin in hand, tilted off center, eyes jerking wide.
The computer hard drive grinds, stops, chirps a question.
It wants to rest. So do I. Alright then, alright.